RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Dear Lord, through friendship with a priest I have come to
know you better.

All along, I've known you were by my side, but now there's
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Man in his foolish pride thinks to outdo God.

Striving to keep grass alive and green to
make a lawn, he is always putting something
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Feeling the beauty of senses coming alive, awakening in the
blissful sleep of night, bringing the scents of love into
such gardens of sensations.
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Holding you close as I run away in fear, the fear of being
loved is real - it is painful.

It is what I want more than anything in this world - to be
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Thunder rolls across the heavens - laughing, I love to hear
the sound of it - it is music to my ears.

Looking up to heaven, seeing the fantastic light show,
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A soft cool breeze caressed my mind, touching it ever so
gently, bringing tears to my eyes.

Loving nature and good things of life, marveling at the
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Taking in stride the individuality of every living being and
thing, believing in their possibilities of intelligence to be
immeasurably increased.
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Growth through clouds of rain continues the existence
of mankind.

Allowing the etiquette of patterns set in gold, eons
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Desert gardens, botanical in nature, conceived in arid spaces.

Dustily wandering mountainous edges along distant horizons,
appraising the beauty of qualitative nature.
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Looking once again out over the city, views are marred by
skyscrapers, dirty roofs, dirty bottoms of fountains and
ugly manifestations of shrubbery and plants.
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