RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Living A Blessed Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Taking time to climb mountains within, rejoicing in
their height and beauty.
Loving the exhilaration as I scale canyon walls and
look down from steep cliffs high above earth.
What a blessed life I live as I sit upon boulders,
alone with God, having a spiritual encounter with Him.
Nothing can compare at all, looking out upon landscapes,
watching clouds float by above.
The two never meeting, just complimenting one another
throughout the moments spent with them both together.
Spreading my wings, soaring into depths of life's
Listening to rhythms of nature as they beat along with
rhythms of my heart within.
Solemn and quiet, rejoicing to be invited by our Lord
into His spheres of contemplation.
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