Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Finalizing Properties


Delving deeply again into my soul's heart and mind,
locating all the pleasures and desires of a
prayerful life.
Acknowledging deserts of beauty, interiorly
consecrating themselves to God, behaving righteously.
Forgiving only particles of being, lessened by humanly
nature - no need to specify those parts of grace.
Finalizing properties of inner life while traveling
alone through waters deeply troubled by outer
justifications of strife and toil.
Beginnings of peace progress and align themselves
with protective inner spirits watching, eyes always
on heaven, where on a final day, all serenity will be
comprised with God's and be fulfilled at last.

Submitted: Sunday, January 26, 2014

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