Bereft Of Companionship Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

People of all persuasions sitting at tables, filled with inherent abilities, touching one another's hearts through musical etudes.
Telepathically on journeys of individual sorrows held
closely to minds filled with their grief.
Slowly unfolding, opening eyes of individual's minds so
they may see they are never alone.
Closing doors, lighting candles, sending prayers to
heaven for those who are isolated, afraid, into them-
selves, interiorly bereft of companionship.
A family of unity, everyone on our planet in one way or another, is connected soul to soul beyond our own
horizons while alive.