Touching Mountains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Touching Mountains



Mountains gently touching my soul, bringing about a
realization of God's love quietly into a conscious
world.
Eyes lovingly scanning every rock and cranny in
nature's world.
Miracles astounding me in moments of despair, as I
watch in wonder at all the life in God's little acre.

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