Within My Soul
My soul is not within me, I am within my soul. The essence of my being, all of my core. I am my soul. Battered by Life Strong but shattered, yet I am Alive..I ask myself; how am I alive...the realisation envelopes me slowly...softly...completely magically no divinely everything is revealed to me. All becomes clear the knowledge, sanctified it wraps me up holding me firm but gentle.. Soothing, . comforting like only a mothers embrace can. Designed in the image of Our Creator; A mothers embrace epitomises Gods un-faltering love and is the truest reflection of His unquestionable existence. Effortlessly Delivering the blessed, ineffable Peace we so intensely crave all of our natural lives.
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: belief,mothers love,soul,spirituality