There is love
On this Sunday morning
And the sun
And my child knows
And feels
And it is a good feeling, this love
This warmth from outside and from in
He pulls his blanket up over his head
And curls up inside
Safe and warm
And smiles
And goes back to sleep
As the particles of dust play happily in the sun's warm rays
This morning
There is love

I'm healing now, and I wasn't sure I would.