Usurping Turmoil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Usurping Turmoil



Wandering the streets of my mind, looking at everything,
living brightly and avidly, taking time to adjust feel-
ings, attuning them to insistent rhythms of being.

One with nature, a solitude of sorts that continually
tempts intellect with it's purity and goodness, tantaliz-
ing and usurping turmoil of life for moments in time.

Nothing can interfere with the totality of the Divine
dwelling within a bluened light right here in my soul
forever.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017
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