Something like light, something like love,
Something like warmth hearthed from above.

Something like softness, something just right,
Something like peace in the fading light.

Something like rest, something like sleep,
Something like slumber in the evening’s keep.

Something like the sound of soft, flowing streams,
Something like the smiles of gentle dreams.

Something like comfort, something like touch,
Something like the nearness of just close enough.

Something like strength, something like hope,
Something like knowing more than is shown.

Something like laughter, shiny and bright,
Something stronger than the darkest night.

Something fond and familiar like a lover’s face,
Something deeply reassuring like a true embrace.

Something worn yet strong like work-toughened hands,
Something ancient and fresh like rain-nourished land.

Something pure and refreshing like a rock-bedded spring,
Something warm and caressing like  a familiar waltz swing.

Whatever things are noble and true, pure and right,
Think on things lovely and excellent, both day and night.*

*Phillipians 4:8