Final Rays Of Day Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hopes of tomorrow set with the last ray's of today's sun.

Remembering nothing of sacrifice or giving, sitting on
the farthest reaches of hell, pretending all is good, not
helping to save oneself.

Turned away at last from selfhood, diminishing all of
life in one little whispered breath.

Staking life on one eternal death, causing suffering from
deep inside of others.

Fearing only the recognition of self throughout all of
eternity, secretly holding every doubt beneath a coverlet
of this soul in prayer, revealed - a wholeness of being.

Wrought only through a prayer of life given, there are
no substitutes for living good, living prayerfully forever,
all hopes of tomorrow have set with final rays of evening.