Contemplative Properties Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Touching the properties of beauty, reaching for their depths
through music.

Intense desire foaming upwards, reflecting in windows and
mirrors of the soul.

Reason does not exist when nature fills our sight with
hopeful dreams.

Praying thoughtfully, contemplatively, full of awareness and
tranquility.

Placing our entire beings in the path of God, soulfully
stepping one moment after another towards all of life's grace.

In one final embrace before we leave our loved ones, moving
on to a much better place in life's eternal spherical garden.