Depths of coldness do not penetrate this being
when writing.
Being in the present, keeps me warm and full
no thoughts of hunger or discomfort, come near.
Hours of writing poetry, staying interiorly in
His distant lands, enjoying his presence as He
shows me gardens of His love.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depths-of-contemplation/
