Windows Of My Soul's Spirit Flying Above Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Windows Of My Soul's Spirit Flying Above



Looking through windows of my soul, wanting to see what is
within it's spirit, the mystery that it is, appreciating
the deep interior spirituality it's given through the years.

Always surprised to find wisdom and knowledge sitting there
innately and purely innocent, knowing that it's there due
to the Divine being, God within me.

Friday, April 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: traveling,travel
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