A Patient Waiting
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sacred, daytime hours of noise slowly grind to a halt,
settling in for the night, awaiting peace to fill the
emptiness.
A patient waiting to be filled, surrendered expectantly,
as evening approaches, the silent waiting is still and
uneventful.
Love, full bent, falls softly into the vessel of this
inner soul, allowing me to know and feel within a
beautiful spirituality.
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