RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Nurturing Religion - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Church bells ringing in the background, nurturing
the religion of my childhood even now as an adult.
Loving it's mystery and mystical auras that have
filled me throughout life.
Lifting inner spirituality into realms not reached
Feeling the beauty that is being seen all about me,
visions tantalizing intellect, giving victory.
An inner sense that is infiltrating my being so
totally, absorbing an essence of a waiting divinity.
Winning the best in life, nothing being left to fate,
destiny taking it all into the center of my universe.
Nothing to be decided, life has an ever-lasting passion
that continues to fill this being no matter how large
Significant and peace-filled, taking benefits of another
lifetime, placing them interiorly, where only this mind
can access it through an innate intellect.
Summer winds flowing through me aridly, as church bells
continue ringing in the background.
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