Tranquil Waves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lines of life will end just beyond the next corner, out of sight.
Musically serenaded by delightful sounds of heaven casting it's
light upon my brow.
Loving this peaceful calm, letting waves of it's tranquility wash
gently over me, filling all places of loneliness with grace of love
and serenity.
Colors brightened intensely in the stead of recreated life.
No longer squatting on edges, belonging now to the middle where no
one can exist except the person whose soul it is.
Never letting existence of fulfillment get caught in revolving doors,
taking time daily, to greet and stand fast in the wake of greatness,
standing feet apart upon the grass of heaven.