My Wonderwall
My comforts and joy
My cat on my lap, warm after a nap The buzz of the bees, the breeze through the trees.
Birds singing after a summer shower, oh how I long to have their flying power.
The stars that twinkle in the night sky, the beauty of it all brings tears to my eyes.
What brings me comfort? What brings me joy? All of God’s creation, my soul does employ.
A beautiful canvas, a work of art, hand painted and created straight from the heart.
Sometimes I sit in wonder of it all, it’s the little things in life that play our wonderwall.
Copyright Jessica McNear-Miller 2022
About the Creator
Jessica McNear-Miller
I’m a singer/songwriter, poet and teller of tales. I’ve been writing poems and short stories since I was a young girl and have won a few poetry contests in my time. I’ve come here to stir up my creative writing and start something new!
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