Presence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Deepest of hearts, crying softly, pleadingly towards heaven,
wishing to leave this world, hoping to fall asleep and awaken
on the other side, peacefully in heaven's garden.

Waylaid no more by idle pastimes or remorse, immersed totally
in the presence of our Lord, no longer wasting away in a mortal
body's shell, powerless to do God's will.

Inner sanctuary, blossoming forth, allowing the life of being,
to shower forth under His holy guidance and peacefulness.