A Future Destiny Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Future Destiny



Stranded in a small room filled with lovely music and a variety of songs being sung.
Watching the farthest door open at my glance, beckoning
me to approach and go on through to my future destiny,
resting in God's own hands.

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Gajanan Mishra 13 October 2013

resting in God's own hands, good write.

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