ONLY A MOMENT by Kimberly DuBoise

I wrote this poem in the midst of a trying time...

Poetry is my way of expressing and internalizing emotions, thoughts, life in general. I was feeling very overwhelmed but had finally reached that place of peace and clarity. This poem reflects encouragement and being uplifted, a moment when I sensed all was well and within my power. I write from the heart, from a deep well of spiritual connection, which I was feeling at the time.

Only A Moment

by Kimberly DuBoise

A single spark explodes,

taking residence within me.

Is it joy or is it confusion? I wonder.

My eyes now see what my heart felt all along-

A divine melody humming through each raised voice

and every touch a caress of the divine.

Only a moment could hold such power.

Only eternity could hold

such beauty.

Oneness screams through the silence of a quiet breath,

one that open to unity. To truth.

To love.

Kimberly DuBoise is a poet, writer and reader of things good for the soul. Having self-published two poetry books and becoming coauthor of the 365 Series of books, she feels she is just getting started! Kimberly uses her introspective heart as a base from which to guide her life. She has taught in the public school system, loves to travel to sunny places, enjoys taking walks and cooking, She began giving serious consideration to her soul’s fulfillment and that led her to writing. She has a poetry blog, too, which you can find here.

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