For Your Pleasure

As if the cross were not enough,
I asked my God to show to me,
His love so rich, so pure, so free
that day upon the beach.
 
And as I walked upon the sand
a heart of seaweed caught my eye,
I picked it up, and with a sigh,
I knew that God loved me.
 
And next upon my walk that day
a simple, opened mussel shell
shaped like a heart, his love to tell,
stood out among the rocks.
 
I found a rugged heart of slate,
as if a finger from above
had roughly carved it with his love,
to prove he heard my prayer.
 
And so God’s voice spoke loud and clear,
‘All this beauty without measure,
I created for your pleasure;
my love is everywhere.’

Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2009