Tomb Of Knowing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Playfully tossing cares to the wind, meandering down quiet
pathways of nature alone.

Becoming peaceful and serene with every step taken, shining
from within.

Soul awakening in arid temperatures, heatedly filling every
crevice of life with honest rebellion.

Partaking incessantly of the fountain of eternal truth,
lolling in meadows of every reclusive clearing, staying away
from daily grudging preparations of mourning.

Hearing melodies of beauty in nature, perpetrating the
closeness of almighty healing with humble timidity.

Loving the calming effect of silence, turning slightly away
from the grave of life I will soon be residing in.

Carefully stepping along the edge of old age, goldenly
grasping the oath of centuries and carrying self along with
it's wisdom and knowledge, paralleling the tomb of my knowing.