RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 54,682 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Final Moment - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting high above the ground, looking up and around, seeing
and sharing the beauty manifested in natural delight.

Tops of trees near or beneath me, giving different perspectives
of their growth and life.

Each blade of grass melts into a huge lawn, like outdoor carpet,
only growing, and I cannot see it's growth until it has been

Hearing sounds of rustling leaves like a stereo, playing easily
around me, water falling and splashing continuously, silently
portraying the fountain of my saddened heart.

Blue skies above, stretching out to all ends of the earth,
nighttime shadows solemnly lying upon the ground in gentle
prayer, heartened by grace found and shared through quiet

Many hearts and loves, lost and found, entering the gates of
heavenly bliss far from our earth of cares and woes.

Scanning life in distant stars, seeing lengthening shadows
for myself, gazing inward, contemplating the losses of my

Today is the first day of my impending old age and I am
hesitant inside, wondering what the following, last horizon
of life will be like.

Just like mazes in picture books, I must decide momentarily
where I will lead my life and follow paths along the sides
that I will and must create.

Holding the cross of life gently upward, feeling the
lightening of earthly burdens through the beauty of divine

My entire soul awaits the final moment in a glance as I
become the winged angel of my childhood dreams.

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Comments about Final Moment by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

  • Gold Star - 20,512 Points Daniel Brick (9/24/2015 11:10:00 PM)

    I have read poems of suffering this evening but the last line of this one is a breath of the Spirit redeeming the time.
    The fifth stanza with the prominence of the color blue caps the previous lovely imagery in stanzas 1-4. And why not celebrate old age? We must all endure it, no choice - it's fate. So surprise the angels who grieve for us, show them we are really happy to embrace this last stage of our lives of change and then join them in a region of permanent delight. (Report) Reply

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