Interiorly Growing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life surrounds me in nature's beauty, it is soft-spoken,
quiet, growing interiorly like me.

There's no one to taint it's spirit, nature always con-
tinues living, everyone loves it's beauty settled on earth.

Solemnly seeking the paradise of heaven, hoping to find
soon, gifts God has given.

Lost shores on earth are spreading ever wider, creating
a gap in life which can no longer be bridged by human hands.

Totally forgiving, there are no stages left in life to be-
come, except succumbing to the final act.

Roles have been played out, eternally beginning in the life
after this.

No one will follow another, each having a separate path built
for them alone.

Writing loneliness, totally abandoned on this earth, looking
forward to seeing our Lord.