Waiting Game Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melodies gently prodding, lifting this spirit and soul into
heavenly realms through a bluened light, forever shining
from within.

Giving life a reason for carrying on, hope rising like the
tide, yet there are moments when it wanes and like the tide
runs low through no fault of my own.

Praying, holding onto pinpoints of faith, looking to God
and heaven for answers that never seem to come when you
want them to.

Taking their time, giving us doubts and fears that we've
been left alone, but in reality we never are and life be-
comes a waiting game.

Periods of time passing us by with no apologies, only a
silence that we must learn to abide until the time is
upon us for answers to our prayers.