I am simply thinking

I am simply thinking this morning that:

My wife is like the silent dew of morning blanketing wide green fields,

My eldest daughter is like the shining of candlelights on stirring night waters,

My youngest daughter is like the spectral dance of northern lights on black canvass skies,

My son is like the hurried voices of playful angels clamoring for a second turn,

My family is like the hallowed murmurs of distant prayers rising in faraway rooms,

My friends are like the warming sun of summer on a face turned upward.