Breaking Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

All through the night my mind ponders the lives of
humanity, finding that senses are vibrant and alive.

Searching volumes of musical interludes and compositions,
having nothing but respect for what is being seen within.

Having no past, moving forward into the future of our
definitions, allowing meanings to beckon and take us
totally into the breaking moments of the Divine.

As He moves with His spirit through the night, focusing
on the attitudes that are constantly being written and
tabulated.

All of the coded through the rhythms of time, held onto
in moments of clocks that are forever in and out of
sight.