Prayerful Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling deeper into a contemplative stance, enjoying the prayerful quiet and solitude.
Taking part in heavenly moods, calming myself in a dimensional way without interference.
Collectively touching my senses and putting them back in the mix where they belong.
Textures refining my brain, grasping it's cells and retraining them with many episodes of enlightenment.
Using what wisdom I have left, taking the time to readjust synapses by thought, taking me hopefully back to myself and what I have always known through my intellect.