A Coming Sign
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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2: 35 p.m.
Searching horizons, seeking a light shining from depths of
heaven, a coming sign of death, finally ready for me this
time.
All purpose and meaning culminating in a definition of
meanings.
Believing in a special message sent coded in rhythms and
derived from a lifetime of goodness, kindness and
compassion.
Forgiving all wrongs instantly and placing self, kneeling
before my Lord, giving up heart and soul humbly, no qualms
in doing so.
Everything held in communication with His life and Holy
Spirit, nothing escaping the wholesome goodness of this
scarred and broken heart. 2: 36 p.m.
(10/25/14)
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