a new poem

God’s love

The sun shone on his back like
the warm hand of a brother who comforts
or congratulates

It warmed him through to his chest
Surrounding, but not enervating
A pervasive presence like an emotion

Lying on the grass he speculated on fate
On the bittersweet fate that could
surround him with love

While others on the other side of the world
Were literally weather beaten
Or city, metaphorically

The sun shines on the good and bad indiscriminately
In the way that we should love
But life does not love us so

Some it cushions and protects,
With grass and sun, and daisies
While others die below

But it is only a day in the sun
When it is over the memory of it
Barely exists

And yet the feeling of the sun on my back
Is like the gentleness of a brother
Comforting and congratulating