Sing to my Heart with Your Love,
Ever so Fine,
in Spiritual Rhyme,
Lifting me from my habitual Treason
Of uncertainty and perpetual reason,
Where I founder myself on the rocky shore,
Ever questioning Purpose,
Deliberately seeking for more.
When, rather, my Spirit longs to Be Still
In the Peace of Your Virtue,
In the Tempestuous Thrill
Of Closing my eyes to the rush of the day;
To be Calm,
To be Quiet,
And Unhurriedly Pray.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image by Holly Kempe


Marvellous poem.
http://nishantindia.com/2016/01/12/something-new/
Always have something new in your life๐
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Thanks Ever So Much. I do appreciate your visit and am glad you enjoyed your time at BnV ๐
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Beautiful!! ๐๐
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Thanks Trini ๐ I have been in need of some stillness after the rush and choas of the holiday ๐
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Yes, me too ๐๐
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