System Of Intelligence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Balances in life are precarious at times, we have
to stand to the side once in a while.

Stepping up and into the system of intelligence,
finding moments that are being educated by emotion
and feelings in some mysterious way.

Living on edges of the center, lifting everything
into the ceremonious calculations of other people.

Their faith giving them reasons to think in a
certain way, shaping, forming, deciphering coded
messages in life, at times, very subtly, not easily
seen by everyone.

Intellect is the only way to recognize this process
and not everyone has the knowledge, reasoning or
logic to do so.