Intuitively Sensing Other's Needs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being called interiorly, hearing whispers coming from heavenly angels, needing help from vantage points here on earth.

Sensing the needs of others intuitively and finding a way to
be there for the times they will need me.

Calmly living through their periods of tender and fragile
grief, watching their emotions tie themselves around their
minds lacing thoughts with the presence of death in their
lives.

Leaving them totally bereft in their solemn loneliness and
never heeding all the voices around them, centering from
caring hearts.

Unable to see them because of their intense sorrow in
abandoned tears of hopeless emptiness.

Falling into the holes left after losing the loves of their
lives here on earth's bereft shores.

Desires abounding for the presence of those beyond their
grasp until it is their times to become nonexistent also.