Becoming My Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Becoming My Soul
Spirits soaring throughout my being, taking me into the
silence of another time, measures of time counting moments
left to me on earth.
Not worrying about anything, knowing that my purpose will
bind it's ending at my final sunset, there I will find my-
self at last.
Totally and wholly belonging to God, Himself, nothing or
no one able to hold onto me for I will have become my
soul in heaven.
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