Precious Are Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Precious Are Moments



Life is calling constantly through nature's wonder and
beauty.

Breezes softly whispering, rays of light shining so
holily on grass and trees, shadows dancing and wavering
in illuminated quarters.

Precious are the moments spent contemplating God and His
presence here on earth.

Thursday, April 24, 2014
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