Softly touching my mind with rhythms, feeling their
beauty so intensely as it blossoms into poetry with-
in me interiorly.
Moving forward through the night, showing the miracle
of spirituality as it lives within, giving the power
of God a place inside to be used.
An instrument for whatever purpose He has in mind,
helping to heal and make life easier for others that
He chooses to help.
All of it done entirely by God, for I could do nothing
at all, it is all His doing and none of my own, happy
to be used as an instrument to do His work.
Always at His beck and call of my own free will in this
earthly life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks so much RoseAnn. It's a beautiful poem and soul touching. God bless you