Breezes Of Spirituality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting, being among nature, listening to music, feeling
notes and sounds being absorbed into my mind and intellect,
perfectly and totally.

Translated into poetry that I'm continually writing, sweet,
silent breezes of spirituality touching my soul so gently,
stirring my spirit within.

Giving it a sense of love and caring from above, walking
in the solitude of an interior life, yet living on earth
with flickers of hope.

Gained through innate enlightenment and knowledge, con-
stantly forming and developing wisdom through tides of
it's purposefulness.

Reaching divinely within my being, searching and healing
sorrow, loneliness, emptiness and abandonment being seen
there.

Collecting it's shadows, dying them in colors of the rain-
bow, giving them new perspectives, seeing them in a whole
different light.

Realizing their definite purpose in this life, learning
not to run from it's truths and realizations of self,
finding personal answers coming to light.

Understanding how they'll help to fulfill my purpose here
in this temporary world, giving hope a lift, spirit soar-
ing with joy now and in the future.