Threads Of Disbelief
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sorrow sinking slowly upon a heart of beauty, tended
with loving care and serenity.
Violinly playing music of interior grief, while
holding on to threads of disbelief.
Knowing nothing will enter or penetrate a soul, as
it continues every day it's beautiful prayer to God.
Handling sweet sorrow with the agility of lace,
protecting, yet viewing all it's heartache.
There are no positions of everlasting solemnity on
earth, our eyes and heart must reach beyond our
horizons so we may live in the joy God has given us
to survive.
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