A VISION OF DELIGHT
It is an exquisite morning,
the sky is immensely blue,
and I feel the soft gentle breeze
blow softly across my uplifted face,
with a little zest and sparkle of coolness.
The vivid-blue sky is like an arch of turquoise,
white silvery clouds glide imperceptibly across,
rearranging, changing their shapes continuously,
glittering, shimmering, jewel-like in the golden sunshine.
It is a glorious dream of enchantment, a pure vision of delight,
and my soul sings out to God in words of heartfelt gratitude and praise.
© MIRIAM JACOB