Silently Composing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beating incessantly, strumming a guitar with my mind,
taking melodies into outer rhythms of eternity.

Fulfilling promises of eternal pleasure, holding on
to strains of music as I compose them silently in my
soul.

Resting externally in the presence of our Lord, filled
with hope, gathering skirts of faith, taking all of it
as I listen to the whispers of heaven.

Cautioning me to adhere to what life has been through
and keep believing in the life I was meant to live here
on earth and the one I'll soon be living in heaven.

Both equally precious and beautiful in God's eyes forever.