Glancing At Awaiting Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gently surmising and listening to heavenly whispers,
telling me of things to come, looking forward to them.

A glance at the beauty awaiting, a feeling of happiness
at seeing the promises of God are at last becoming a
heavenly reality.

Softly responding in a quiet and timed voice, tears in
my eyes of joy, heart elated, ready to stop it's total
incessant lifetime beating.

A solemn peace, yet filled with happiness at finally
being freed from the ropes of this reality holding me
captive all these long years now.

Doors are opening, soon I will be walking through them,
so happy and proud that I have finally made it into my
final home.

There I will be forever illuminated and enlightened,
intellect and wisdom intact, carrying me through the
gates of heaven and into my final resting place.