Representing Our Creative Side Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Futures of tomorrow are always opaque and vague, having
little substance until they become now, in the present,
then they suddenly are filled with ideas, journeys,
thoughts and family.

A wonderful world of enthusiastic people looking for
things to occupy their minds and time, so afraid to be
alone, having time to themselves to ponder life, the
state of their mind and soul while living.

Dying one day without ever having given thought to their
spirituality, paper thin and holding no hopes or promises
from within themselves.

How utterly inhuman that seems, always going quietly with-
in, energizing mind, soul and spirit, a beauty being ful-
filled through an inner spirituality that forms and shapes
not only ourselves, but the entire world eventually.