RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Spiritual Transcendence - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Strumming the violin of my heart with the bow of my soul,
creating and composing heavenly songs filled with the
aroma of the Divine.
Stirring intellect, taking me into directions towards con-
templation, there my mind grasps onto meanings of another
life that was lived in moments of death.
Showing me things I'd never seen before, brilliant and so
beautiful, nothing like the colors and textures of earth,
being filled with a spiritual transcendence.
As I went with joy through heaven's gardens, free and fill-
ed with an addictive serenity that I did not wish to let go
of in death.
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