Contemplative Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Settling into a soothing frame of mind, respecting with dignity, inner workings of my soul.

Serene, quiet, contemplative, seeking only that which comes to
me in respite - dreaming.

Sending messages telepathically to and from my body to my soul,
searching absolutely nowhere for what can be found within.

Solace deeper than any mountain, peace richer than any man on
earth, joy as expansive as desert lands in summer.

Remembering as a child, beauty found in nature unexpectantly
every day, caressing memorial images closely, keeping them
safely hidden away.

All of life can be seen through our environment, everything
comes from nature - that of God.

Organizing eternal thoughts at this minute in time, to make
sure I will have something to think about in the future - when
I die and leave this world for a better one.