Nurturing Religion

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Church bells ringing in the background, nurturing the religion of my childhood even now as an adult. Loving it's mystery and mystical auras that have filled me throughout life. Lifting inner spirituality into realms not reached before this. Feeling the beauty that is being seen all about me, visions tantalizing intellect, giving victory. An inner sense that is infiltrating my being so totally, absorbing an essence of a waiting divinity. Winning the best in life, nothing being left to fate, destiny taking it all into the center of my universe. Nothing to be decided, life has an ever-lasting passion that continues to fill this being no matter how large or small. Significant and peace-filled, taking benefits of another lifetime, placing them interiorly, where only this mind can access it through an innate intellect. Summer winds flowing through me aridly, as church bells continue ringing in the background.

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