Serenity Fiddling With Grace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Serenity Fiddling With Grace



Completely in the zone this morning, living in an interior
world of my own.

Quiet serenity fills my soul with the grace that is always
present in abundance.

Beautiful dimensions of intellect appear immediately, never
having to search for them, they are always here.

Monday, January 19, 2015
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