A Just Cause Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Somehow the sun shines through and onto blue skies of
heaven, clouds scanning the atmosphere, looking for
the rains of purity to drench the earth.

Watching curves brought to streets of strife,
sanctuaries proliferate on empty stages of loneliness,
dedicated to the balance of nature.

Brought off of distant views, curtains fall into halls
of death, leaving us reminders of the insensitivity one
has carried with them.

Pressing valves of learning, combinations adjourning
their positions in deference to the quiet, just cause of
wisdom.