Awaiting That Final Moment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Settled into a positive mood, thinking about the existence
of a spiritual person to be with for the rest of this mere
poet's life.

Exchanging ideas and thoughts with one another, leaving be-
hind a little of this intellect with everyone that comes on-
to pathways given by our Lord.

Helping get through mazes we call life, meeting many people,
but they just don't fit in with a destiny that's been pre-
served for this poet alone.

Listening to the outpouring of good thoughts, yet there's
nothing really coming from anyone's soul, desiring some-
one with a spiritual interior life.

One to take me home once I arrive upon a last sunsetical
horizon, awaiting that final moment, that final breath
here on earth.