Gosh!: Shadorma


I feel good
Back more like the one
Still striving
To stay young
Hallowed these misty seasons
God-given haven

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 2, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Indeed –
    “Hallowed these misty seasons
    God-given haven.”
    They are indeed hallowed, if we allow them to be. 🙂

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  2. I find there are too many noisy distractions for me to obtain spiritual development, but then again, it is surviving these that perhaps is the path to take.

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