I feel love in the silence of my being.

I feel love as the music plays on.

I feel love in the words of my favourite song.

I feel love in the sincerity of your praise.

I feel love like the ascended swallow, who in

God’s garden of Paradise, lived out the rest

of her days.

I glimpse “love” in bits and pieces through the hearts and minds of others.

An exquisite kaleidoscope of colour, and