Poverty Of My Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Poverty Of My Soul



Leaving everything in God's hands, having found out that
His plans are far more abundant than anything I could've
ever thought of.

Watching as He has taken me from the poverty of my soul
and given me so much through an interior life filled with
bluened light of the Divine.

Wisdom and knowledge, spending quality silent time with-
in it, no thoughts, mind immersed totally in the light of
His wisdom.

Being enlightened and renewed, transformed into who He
always wanted me to be, filled with an intense spiritual-
ity.

Faith and hope bursting forth from deep within, inspiring
others who cross my path in this life, giving a glimpse
of His love as we talk.

Glimmers of hope now appear in anyone whom he places in
my life, knowing that He's now creating miracles in the
lives of others and their families, so wonderful to see
it happening! !

Thursday, June 2, 2016
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