Final Decree Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly within my soul I seek the solace only God can give.
Inner nature beginning, flourishing under His guidance.
Acknowledging the wisdom of His infinite love and mercy, I
sit calmly in his reach.
Unafraid on the level of a child, expectantly awaiting a
hug and a tour of His universal heaven.
Patiently taking in the serenity formed from being with Him
tonight in peaceful wonder.
Appropriately fearful on the sinful level of adulthood.
Knowing that the final decree must come from Him, I kneel
before the altar of creation, praying for mercy.
Realizing with a certain surety that He has already given
it.
Head bowed, tears flowing, heart overjoyingly bound to
eternity as an angel of His.