Waiting And Praying Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking quietly while waiting for news of my son who is now
in surgery.

Only thirty-four years old, having cancer, yet others get it
when they are even younger.

Praying constantly for him, knowing he's in God's hands,
because He is guiding the surgeon's hands and mind.

Life is so precious and we are reminded of this fact with a
slap in the face like this.

Live life fully, never harm another, give your love entirely
and keep on doing so all through your life.

Then you will go to your reward in heaven when you, yourself,
have ended.