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Becoming Aware
by Deb Smith, February 2017
Westerville, Ohio, USA
In stillness
I open my senses
I am quiet and I listen
I slow down
I observe
I am becoming aware
A slight breeze
Leaves rustling
Melody of a bird
A babbling brook
Intricate designs in nature
Brown beauty in the dead of winter
Gentle ripples on the surface of a pond
I wait
I practice silence
I know you are here
There it is -
the very presence of God
I sense you next to me
There's a whisper in my spirit
I hear your voice
You are everywhere
Your peace surrounds me
Your love enfolds me
And I have become aware
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4 comments:
Your poem inspired me to get off the computer for a while and sit in my mother's back yard for a couple of hours. Part of their property contains a forest. I started signing praise and worship hymns, the wind kicked up, and spread leaves of all different colors in the air. Red, orange, green, yellow. A real rainbow of leaves. It was so amazing! I don't think I would have experienced that had I not read your poem. Jennifer
That's very cool!
A little visio divina, eh? Very nice.
Yes, indeed, Dave! Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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