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