Exceptional Belief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Exceptional Belief



Showering blessings upon this soul, standing here on a
final horizon, awaiting the deception of death to take
me.

A conquest he can never accomplish, because I will
gladly go of my own free will, no tears, no fears nor
regrets.

Just a peaceful serenity to know that I will no longer
have to suffer here on earth.

An exceptional belief filled with faith and hopeful joy.

Friday, January 2, 2015
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