RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Glancing At Awaiting Beauty - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Gently surmising and listening to heavenly whispers,
telling me of things to come, looking forward to them.
A glance at the beauty awaiting, a feeling of happiness
at seeing the promises of God are at last becoming a
Softly responding in a quiet and timed voice, tears in
my eyes of joy, heart elated, ready to stop it's total
incessant lifetime beating.
A solemn peace, yet filled with happiness at finally
being freed from the ropes of this reality holding me
captive all these long years now.
Doors are opening, soon I will be walking through them,
so happy and proud that I have finally made it into my
There I will be forever illuminated and enlightened,
intellect and wisdom intact, carrying me through the
gates of heaven and into my final resting place.
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