RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 40,085 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Visiting The Edge - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Visiting the edges of sorrow, unable to hold all of it's tears
within folded palms, praying to our Lord in heaven.

Interiorly searching, extending and spanning a lifetime, all
answers are right before us, we have just not recognized them
as such.

Altogether, questions asked already have their answers, we
just do not know how to see them with our limited vision.

Exacerbating tangled webs of wisdom, endlessly pulling it
out of proportion, not knowing that it's shape and form are
already contained within it.

Braying out pat, ready answers which on the surface seem to
make sense, yet are on closer examination, exploded because
there is no meaning behind their words.

Lifetimes of many individuals have been spent in tireless
endeavors, hoping to find even one small clue to the key
of all our universes.

Always reaching for space, and depths, forgetting that within
each of us is our own vast universe of life.

What do each of us hold within? Do we carry in our beings
answer and meanings only of our creative individual selves?

Must we each find our own keys, open our own doors to the
entire realms of ourselves without help from anyone save
God, through the work we do in our souls?

How hesitant so many of us are at this giant step, hidden
from our views.

Will any one of us ever make it through the puzzles of our
own existence before we are led from life to God in heaven
afterwards.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014



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