~ When I Am Writing ~
Sitting here mid the stillness, in this moment calm, quiet and
connected;- my-time-alone to-play-with-God, has come. As I dance
with Him through tender-woods-and-fields of green. Pondering-new
days joys beheld those of cool winds awakened visions of things unseen.
Cradled in His-arms of love waltzing-away as one amid-our-fond ascension,
and euphoric, cachinnation. Catching-leaves-together-with-pen in-hand,
as-they fall, while to the thrill-of my-minds-contentment, days of my
youth return to me, as the true goodness of their nature, I recall,
while scales of worry's slip-away and my-heart soars-free. Yes
amid-this simple beauty-I find-God, through the patient art,
of poetry. As His love and hope, and-peace-fulfill-me,
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~ covering me;- ~
~ protecting me;- ~
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~ teaching me;- ~
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~ advancing me;- ~
~ directing me;- ~~
~~ holding me;- ~~
~~ carrying me;- ~
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~~ molding me- ~~
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~~ honing me;- ~~
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~ completing me;- ~
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~~ embracing me ~
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~~~ when ... I-am writing! ~~~
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2009
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