Making Things Happen Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In a short time, collections of poetry are written sublimely,
an impossible task except for this mere poet, meaning it for
others, not for me because it's a normal situation in my life.

Making things happen, mind working so totally, nothing at all
interfering with thought processes of intellect as I use them
proficiently.

Telling the world everything in short stanzas of prose,
accomplishing what this mind decides to do, watching astonish-
ingly as messages are provided totally and succinctly.

Having meaning for those who read them, meant for people who
need to change their attitudes or lives, not at all according
to me, but to God, because I's only an instrument to do as He
wishes.