Rinsing Souls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swiftly dancing in time with thoughts as they gel and
swarm into precise logarithms from space and depths
of sensitive emotions, taking steps to contemplate
spiritual ingenuity with aplomb and fascination.

Crossing boundaries, heading towards new desert plains
on carousels of yesterday, finding new exercises to
blend into scales of obsolescence.

Challenging visions gather like forests of pine trees and
send aromas to ends of earth, like smoke from lit candles,
wisping it's way towards heaven and receiving answers to
prayers of life at last.

Tears rinsing souls of beauty as they grow closer to God
and His genuine love for each of us on earth.

Plucking every ounce of ingenuity, turning it into chords
of meaning, translating them into scores of poetical verse
with each and every beat.

Finally sanctioning blessed eternity on time tables of
yesterday's sorrows.