Seeing God's Hand Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking silently, looking at each idea and thought being
created by musical rhythms and tempos, each of them rising
and falling in succession.

Giving pleasure and energy to an interior spirit, soaring
into the stratosphere, having an appointment with the Divine,
wondering how to inspire someone in the world to do good.

Messages needed by certain people, going into the vibrancy
and joy of a bluened light dwelling within, seeing God's
hand in everything written for His glory and honor only.