RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Frail Human Heart - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hollow sounding flutes, playing their tunes all through
the night, sending feelings and emotions soaring into
heights of heavenly melodies and angel's prayers.
An unending spiritual attainment bringing me into realms
of contemplation where only I am present with the Divine,
at times an unsettling feeling coming over me.
Not feeling worthy of such praise and mercy from our Lord,
yet, he takes my frail human heart and fills it with His
love and goodness.
Saying you are mine and will ever be for all time, tears
filling my eyes, heart overflowing and spirit of my soul
is soaring like crazy.
Even I cannot capture it's new essence now, it's to be
used as an instrument of God's, to help other people come
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