RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Finding Relics Of The Past - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Playing in the desert of my soul, finding relics of the
past lying in the sand, derelict and abandoned from non-
Now picking them up, dusting dirt of ages off of them,
renewing their effects in this spiritual life, fulfilling
the essence of prayer, belief in God, hope in the future.
All of it coming from the fruition of our Lord in His good-
ness and mercy, a wonderful destiny to behold, taking me
into depths of tomorrow.
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