Beingness

  She’ll just come on
 Like a tundra dawn
 To move this mountain   
 Soft and so soothing
 Welcomed enveloping  
 Slow and very gentle 
 Colorful and determined   
 Taking my breath away
 Like a rogue frigid breeze  
 Making fires in me, rage  
 My soul can’t help but sing
 In baritone, Amazing Grace  
 Inside my heart and mind
 With every beat I create  
 She’s someone- love sent  
 She’s God’s gifted… evidence  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020 

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