Beginning Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quiet ineptitude stills a heart with the fervor of a saint, belonging on heaven's side of earth.
Closing beats into a single breath of fate, proclaiming the easiness of resting in life's exasperated rhythmic hearts
and souls future aspirations.
Holding carefully, interiorly - the beginning of time within our special natures, awaiting the touch of God on our beings, waking us to His memory and living in Him forever.