Awaiting Birth Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Awaiting Birth



Down in a darkened bowl of earth, looking skyward,
awaiting birth of a brand new day.
Sensing it's fantastic pleasure, stepping into
time with it's life-giving essence and going on to
be whatever's left on the following day.
To take it up and continue on our way again.

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