RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Music from somewhere inside the recesses of a chapel, bound
by centuries of continuous melodies.

No one speaks in the presence of the Lord when He touches
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Rolling hills of grass supporting trees in their
lives of beauty.

Covering their fragile roots with blankets only
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Sitting outside the chapel walls, listening to the beauty
of a song floating gently to my ears.

This music fills me with saddened yearnings left behind
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Thank you Lord for giving us light that
we may see you even in the dark of night.

Your image, Lord is clear to all who seek
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Ours is a society of sit and wait, there are many do-gooders
who attempt to change things and they make a good start.

People responsible for the food stamp program should have to
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Wisps of clouds running single-file through the skies,
trying to lead all eyes to look towards heaven.

Taking time to patiently look down to see our human
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Sacred, daytime hours of noise slowly grind to a halt,
settling in for the night, awaiting peace to fill the
emptiness.
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Wonder of this night fills my mind with awe,
and heaven is bright with the glory of God.

All rejoicing stands still while it multiplies
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A surge of music flowed through the band room, saxophones
glittered and sparkled while being played.

Different shaped keys were pressed up and down, producing
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Lights of knowledge transfixed on borders of midnight,
noting the phosphorescence of meaning begins at the
end of life.
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