How we stuggle for salvation,
A utopia created in the minds,
Wether it really exists,
Here on this earth,
Is truly unknown,
Yet we crave for a spirituality,
An urge existing undeniably within,
Our very hearts and souls,
And many pilgrims search still,
For God's forgiveness,
And blessings, To be chosen.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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