Pure Existence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rain falling into the world, nurturing it with an invisible
force, never letting it give in to humanity.

Watching everything as it grows and flourishes in and on
this earth.

Rhythm swaying continually, giving all of nature an energy
that fulfills my human spirit at the same exact time.

Exuberating within self, giving an exciting and thrilling
essence to the passion of my soul as I sit and live in the
presence of God.

Witnessing the family that says they love him give up and
wanting to pull the plug.

Like they do to babies they want to abort because they're
being inconvenienced by their existence.

That is all it is, a selfishness of egos penetrating the
sacredness of life and it's pure existence.