Listening Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening



Whistling down avenues of life,
taking time to smell the flowers,
and place them in my mind's memories.

Resisting temptations every moment
of transpiring solitude.

Beginning an easy gait, as walking
down shady lanes, I remember to pray
and listen for God's answer.

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