Being Used Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lifting spirits into the light of a brand new day,
feeling it's beauty touching me from within divine
spirituality.

Always picking my up, soaring into the bluened light,
smiling and feeling like a new spirit always, as I
live each day.

Carefully doing what God asks, letting Him take me
into people's lives that He wants to touch, thinking,
pondering, living this life invisibly.

A mere poet, just enjoying doing what I love, passion
and essence of my heart and soul being used for a
purpose other than my own, keeping me simple, humble,
as God's little child.