Glove

I can liken God’s love
to that of a glove.
With no offense
let’s begin, hence:
It perfectly fits
around my hand it sits.
It keeps me warm,
which is the norm.
It is made perfect
without any defect.
Each finger has its own space.
Each space is in the right place.
It is my protector,
as well as rejecter.
It protects me from harm,
so there’s no cause for alarm.
It is my reflector,
because it is a deflector.
My hand is kept safe inside,
where nothing can get in if it tried.
The glove is a buffer
when I suffer.
It feels soft and cozy
making me feel rosy.
It keeps my hand from frostbite
even in the darkest, cold night.
Even though it’s a glove,
it represents God’s love.
Ask Him for insight,
you will see the light.
You don’t even have to use your wit,
for revelation will be a perfect fit.