Lord, Your Love Is Like Tidings

A series of tidings
Is Lord’s unceasing love,
In the form of waves.
Just as the heaven is around the earth,
Your love has been beating my heart,
The hard stone of the high cliff.
Beating, beating,
Are memories of time.
Like tidings, your love
Is beating and beating.

Whispering are ripples,
Many memories of love stories.
Your love is ripples,
In the form of circles.

At dawn and sunset,
Your love is beating, beating
My heart, Oh, my heart.
And passage of time
Reflects your love stories,
And reflects your love stories.

Jan. 10, 2010