RoseAnn V. Shawiak
In The Midst Of Many Angels - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Racing like a locomotive into the wilderness, giving
many exciting moments through imagination and intellect.
So much pleasure coming into my existence, totally
affording the rhythms that take me farther into heaven.
Living totally in beginnings of the Divine, seeing it's
beauty existing beyond our lives.
Searching for the ultimate and absolute, finding them
through heavenly music.
Special and protective, always being in the midst of
angels whenever hearing melodies sent from above.
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