Vulnerable Heart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In the middle of the night all of life stands still,
breathless, waiting for it's moment of glory.

Knowing that it will find no way of becoming whole
until the morning light comes up and shines upon it,
fascinating as can be, serenity falls next in line.

Raspy, full of antagonistic prayer, life unfolds
itself - leaving open, a heart which is totally
vulnerable.

Sifting through wanton debris of the past, life
suddenly turns away, running faster.

Never catching up to itself again, falling short of
progress and dying in sin, never to be blessed again.