My spiritual journey in the past few years is expressing itself in poetry...
Sunday, 11 December 2016
A moment in time
I am quiet, I am still..... Nothing punctures the peace There's an aura of anticipation, Yet overwhelming spirit of calm A light breeze then rustles the leaves Enchanting birds flutter by As they seek out food And rest on that source Sweet caress of the wind On my face as I look up Then warm bliss of the sun As I gaze the clear blue sky