RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Part Of Living - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life is filled with sorrow no matter where you are or go,
losing loved ones, pets, jobs, life, love, arguing and
losing faith in one another.
All of it coming upon human beings and touching our lives
with grief of some sort, with sorrow, sadness, loneliness
and abandonment being the result of all this grief.
How do we get away from it all, there seems to be no way,
because it's a part of living and being with others, an
interior life of faith, hope, prayer and belief in God.
That's the only escape I've ever found for moments in time,
keeping me sane, strengthening my being for turmoil coming
into life, giving me confidence, self-assurance and God's
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