Sight Of My Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

All of nature touching my soul through eyes of blue, reaching
out with sight, drinking in beauty around me, sipping at the
feeling of peace coursing into my soul via my body.

Lovely, tantalizingly surrounding the world within an inner
space of natural wonder and awe.

Timing, split-second nurturing, bringing about a heavenly
view I can touch, see and feel with my eyes only.

There is another mind filled exactly as my own and I revel
and think about this often.

Painstakingly reserving, always, a place inside that I
call home, it's own sense of trust and security built a
long time ago as a child.

Held closely, unafraid of what imperfections and faults I
find there.

Questioning, participating in the life I call my own, no
distractions or moments of tense stress, all is perfectly
harmonious when I contemplate inside alone.

Surpassing the genius I have been given with talent and
gifts, I live in serenity, peaceful wonder all my small
life.

Knowing, hoping, looking forward to the best that has
been given me.

Thankful, forever for the sight of my soul which has been
given to me alone to cherish and grow in it's own blossoming
interior realm.

Music being the only outside force which can penetrate the
soul's barriers, touching with exquisite gentleness an
inner mind and heart connected truthfully, honestly,
together in one gigantic gift of God.