Poetry

At times when I wonder
about the great beauty of the sunset,
when the magic colours that are hanging in the clouds,
suddenly catches me unexpectedly

when the very presence of God is almost palpable
during the twilight,
when stars reach into the depths of the soul,
then life becomes an adventure;

it’s almost as if I can count the stars one by one
where they sit on the dome of night like pieces of hail,
then there’s a message that all of nature does tell,
as if it does possess pieces of God’s love.