Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Scent Of Blue Roses


Gray clouds swirling around in visions of my mind, generating a myriad of thoughts, gently touching my soul with delight.
Caressing notes of my own rhythms, taking me into interior parts of heaven's gardens where I am calmly soothed by God's intense presence at my side.
As I walk among gardens filled with blue roses I once connected with sorrow and the Blessed Mother, now I feel the joy of being with God whenever the scent of blue roses enters my mind.

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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