Innate Need To Helping Others Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staccatoly pounding chords and notes on the piano of
my heart, playing for another through the years, never
counting the cost in moments of time.

Always being open to honest and outstanding people
looking for another to bring comfort to them, satisfying
an innate need to help others.

Talking, spending time with those who have lost loved
ones and are bereaved, souls now wandering this earth,
looking for those they've lost to death.

Now they are being haunted by the eeriness of the absence
in their lives, deep holes having been left within their
hearts and souls.

No matter how they try in life these holes cannot ever be
filled, an emptiness having forever being planted with
these deep wells of loss.

Nothing we can find to water the blossoms of loneliness,
sorrow and grief, something that not even time will heal
until we die and enter heaven.

Once there, then this hole will be filled forevermore and
spirits at last being fulfilled by God.