Spiritual Journey

Across from the mountains,
A little house sits in the tree's,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breath.

White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze a calm still,
I'm caught in the moment,
As my heart starts to heal.

A piece of me,
In the startling blue sky,
As I spread my wings,
My soul starts to fly.

I fly to unknown places,
Where pain and hurt once dwelled,
As the memories flow pass me,
My eyes start to swell.

Tear drops drip slowly,
Down my cheeks,
The wind wipes them dry,
And gives me some peace.

Soaring so free,
Over water and land,
My Spirit Guide gently,
Takes me by my hand.

He shows me what was,
And what's meant to be,
And why my life,
Is so important it seems.

A long soar,
Like the eagle high,
I bow my head,
And I start to cry.

Back on the land,
Across from the tree's,
I began to realize,
What healing means.

It mean's not to forget,
Let the past flow,
Of all the horrors,
One soul had to go.

To take the strengths,
And apply them to life,
Is a valuable lesson,
I've learnt this flight.

Alone in the sunset,
I watch it go down,
When I finally realize,
What peace I have found.

© 2006 Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry

by Annalee Hopkins Somerville

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Comments (13)

What wonderful write of reconnaissance or finding yourself. I enjoyed reading it.so deep, spiritual and above all so sincere.
Tear drops drip slowly, Down my cheeks, The wind wipes them dry, And gives me some peace. Marvelous trip to journey the poet has offered by heart. Magnificent.
What Peace I have found.........A Spiritual Journey that everyone should read. Thank you
What an amazing poem. Wow. I'm impressed Annalee! Congrats on being chosen as 'poem of the day. This could've easily been chosen as one of the top 50, in my opinion. Outstanding job. A 10+++++
Congratulations on having your poem selected as poem of the day on December 30 for two years in a row!
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