At end of day
fresh snow flakes arrive soft, in silent play.
I watch as frost draws patterns on glass
pleasing to the eye.
It’s cold outside
so give myself a mental hug
and listen to keys which
stroke then, soothe.

Standing at a crossroads
but always in transition
our journey is the same
no matter what road.

We are all children
roaming in our soul
seeking the pathway home

Back to the ‘I am’
of spiritual self
who yearns to discover
secrets of the universe
from depths of a well within.


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Christened C of E (Church of England/Christian)  My faith is in a God of pure love-light/energy.  Not in an angry, jealous, vengeful, Biblical God. I identify more with Buddhism than anything else but, am not even that either, really. I guess we all have to find our own way home back to the ‘Oneness’

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