Partaking In Existence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blinking lights, soaring past the steeple, waiting patiently
at the midnight hour.

It's gaze silently falls upon those who walk the earth, sadly
partaking in their parts of existence, wanting only finality
to walk upon this earthly shore.

Stricken with ineptitude, life melts as if made of candle wax,
melted, not being able to light it's flame of truth and
holiness, it lives in total darkness.

A dark day for a lonely soul filled with sorrow - peaceful;
laughter falls from dying lips - joyful never after.

Seeking wisdom, never getting any answers, just questions
thrown back at you.

Forever signing the pages of eternity, never realizing it
cannot be held while you are alive.

Lively as a rooted tree standing amid the dirt, trying to
grow to heaven all the while being held to worldly things.

Because it's roots are cast far into the earthly ground,
never to grow to it's full aspirations while still bound
to this earth.