Keys To Interior Reserves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shaping and forming creative designs out of colors, bright
and musical, giving and emanating prospects of happiness
as we are filled with joyous reunions in our minds.

Enlivening spirits, reaching for keys to our interior
reserves of spirituality and a contemplation of noticeable
serenity.

Accessing every notion as we look into knowledge, seeing
the wisdom of ages.

Acquiescing everything to popular thoughts that give us a
placid endurance that we all need to keep us as special
human beings never hurting another.

Keeping our hearts pure, our minds simple and an innocence
bereft of any evil while we are living here on this earth
of temporary existence.

Giving, never taking anything for ourselves, lest we become
corrupt and greedy like many of those in our governments all
over the world.

No country being immune from those who are so weak that they
feel they have to dominate and control others with more
intelligence than they will ever achieve.

So many brilliant ideas being manifested from minds that
are open, honest and truthful, taking everything in stride
without ever hurting anyone with selfishness or narcissistic
greed.