Recognition Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Recognition of life is secreted within our souls,
we never find it until we have died and gone to heaven.

There we are reminded of the temporary station of life
already past.

We do not linger long on explanations or reasons for we
are beyond that expanse of breath and life.

Free of toiling labor, grief, unhappiness and sadness,
no one has the wish to look back upon what once was.

Preferring instead, the unrecognizable truth and beauty
which eternally awaits our after-death.