Not Recognizing Truth Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fulfilling peaceful interludes with a contemplative nature, one with God.
Learning as I go along what life is meant to be.
Everyday, ordinary life is precious, needs to be treasured while you have it at hand.
Soon enough it is taken by death's insistence, finalized in ends of natural time.
Foundations of positions thrive in some instances, yet, we ignore these moments instead of listening to our souls.
Tantamount to an energy deep within, we search for truth and trip over it, not recognizing that we've held it from our beginnings.