Church Of Souls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Church of our souls in splendid beauty, touching, blossoming
when nature's soul touches, comes in contact with ours.

Minds filled with anticipated joy, hearts beaming with the
sensuous knowledge of kinship, alive, unbidden within us.

Heaven reaching deep inside us, stirring our souls to
greatness by allowing us to determine the extent of our
inner kindness.

Unselfish piety, delved into without delay or selfish
attitudes, becoming the wanton desire of caring and giving
hope to those more unfortunate than ourselves.

Taking everything we possess and allowing each the freedom
to give of ourselves totally without reservations or
materialistic worries and woes.

Taking proper steps to grow and nurture our inner beauty,
souls with gentle understanding, meaning and knowledge of
a world outside of our own small concentrated spaces.

Being the total person we were meant to be from the beginning,
allowing no one the key to enter our inner sanctuary where
we must pray and grow in silence.