Waiting Through Measures Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sorrow leaking from eyes of sadness, grief being pulled
in many directions within this heart.

Believing in faith, waiting for it to fill this earth
with strength and hope.

Waiting still, watching, praying, nothing happening as
yet, secrets abounding, life existing continually.

Efforts at keeping sacred vows fall on deaf minds, ears
never hearing a sound.

Traditions and rituals flowing through life, giving people
a reason to practice them through the years.

Yet nothing seems to come to fruition, nothing positive
happens, as we continue to wait through measures of time
alone and forsaken.