Ending Rhythms In Moments Of Truthfulness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Moving rapidly into an atmosphere of geniality and hope, one
that seems to be spreading into and around the world, touching
the spirit of humanity that's still surviving so far.

Taking the righteous road through lifetimes on earth, energy
rising, notes curtailing and sensing any negative thoughts
that may have been found along edges of our lives.

Many memories touching others as we communicate, taking life
at face value at first, then finding great depths that continue
to be explored and discovered once we locate their beginnings.

Before finally getting to the ending rhythms in moments of our
truthfulness, taking the high road, no need to take a wrong
turn.

Everyone needs to be in the forefront of goodness we must pre-
serve in this temporary life, reading the writing on the wall,
translating it onto pages of poetry journals.

Leaving a mark wherever people can read a message that God has
left them alone, no one else being touched except the one it
was meant for on earth.

Meaningful and ideally written from the future and placed in
poetry, listening to genuine worlds being spilled out upon
many pages of poetry outlasting even this mere poet.

A task that eternity will deal with once this mere poet has
gone from sight, no longer of or upon this earth, lessons
having been learned and left behind in poetry.