Garden Of Heavenly Roses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gentle breezes being created by fans above on the
ceiling, cooling me down as I write in the midst
of an afternoon dance.

Such a benevolent mood being pronounced through
rhythms, notes and tones.

Genuflecting in reverence of it's wonderful sounds,
seeming to be coming straight from heaven above.

Scented and aromatic, taking the essence of a
beautiful garden of heavenly roses, placing it
upon the atmosphere close at hand, in this room.

Feeling the presence of the divine beside me,
knowing soon, that someone I love will be called
to be with Him.