How would I describe His kindness? Honey eyes that drink my soul like an afternoon cuppa, melting the mind into those last tilted sips. His patience is like the smile creases of late summer and as reassuring as a well-worn leather jacket with large pockets of time in hand. Peace has a low hum that lulls the heartbeat and waves away every little distraction like the conductor of an orchestra. Joy plays the xylophone of emotions like old friends that have no other intention other than having the best of times. And His love stirs the cello of thoughts I keep close to me, that every now and then, escape for air and linger with that subtle perfume…a few of my favourite things about Him…

Isi De Gersigny