Runways Of Heavenly Abodes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Jumping joyously in the darkness, instruments playing
to this interior spirit, lifting it into runways of
heavenly abodes.

A circular, rotating sphere, taking this poet out into
the world, seeing the beauty of nature blossoming in
the privacy of a nighttime moon.

Serenaded by the stars glittering above, shining down
upon earth, looking for poets of earth, wanting to be
written into a poem or possibly many through the years.

Splashing scents of a heavenly bouquet of roses this
way, loving the authenticity of heavenly abodes even
though we may not be able to see it at all.

Knowing that it's indeed there for us when we leave
this world on our last day, believing that we will
find our way into heaven.