Candle Of My Presence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quiet evening almost ended, being put to bed beneath the moon's
gentle beams of genuine comfort.
Caressing my heart, holding hands with twilight stars above in
the heavens of my dreams.
Eternal prayers always being whispered into heaven, and finally
being heard by God, Himself.
Total abandonment, filling me without qualms or doubt.
Stringent longing, draping me invisibly in the evening twilight.
Holding up the candle of my presence in the darkened night of
death's final amen.

(2/15/13)