Nothing To Take Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mystical properties of intellect peek out, wanting to
reach out, but they are reluctant at times.

Alone, without anyone to take my hand or bring me into
halls of love where life lives fully for everyone else.

Blissfully sorrowful, brushing tears from my eyes as I
wait for something that may not exist on earth for me.

Searching everywhere, walking along the river bank,
thinking how peaceful the water flows.

Wanting to lie upon it's surface, face down and flow into
the entrance of heaven somehow.

Nothing to take with me for God will give me whatever is
needed, nothing to worry about as long as God is by my
side throughout life.