Sunday, May 7, 2017

Restless Yearning - Beautiful Poetry - by Nellie Leverette Wasilewski

Restless Yearning

Tossed about
I become the wind
flitting here and there.
Something unknown 
lures me closer.
Vulnerable, as a lost child
I reach out
The Source,
of all my yearning,
cradles me 
in His love.
Peace flows 
like sweet caramel
over ice,
melting the
frozen core
of me.

Nellie Leverette Wasilewski