Holding Moments In Cupped Hands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Windows opened wide, showing nature dancing quietly and
joyfully in the rain.

Holding out petals of flowers, catching drops of heavenly
water as they fall gently in a summer rain.

Beautiful moments held in cupped hands like sacred crystals
right from heaven.

Studying each one, knowing that each is individual in it's
own right.

Not knowing that with every moment, life is becoming more
insistent, wanting to be freed into the liberty of another's
soul.

Gathering only special and glimmering beads filled with
prayers, taking them all into treasured hearts of tomorrow.

Never letting their places be known while on earth, lest
someone less than good, tries to steal them from us.