RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fertile Minds - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Filtering down within many pages of history, life on earth still remains a permanent mystery.
Listening to ageless echoes of yesterday, resounding through the years, written on many pages.
Bringing wonder to those who seek to satisfy their curiosity, and bewilderment to those who won't.
Endless searching fulfills many desires of certain people.
Those who are mediocre in their lives seek little beyond what they have and know.
The poor are discontented even if they are smart, because they haven't the wherewithal to go out and learn on their own.
Poverty takes up so much of their leisure time, as it also robs them of an interior life with God.
Constantly beset with daily living - hand to mouth - they have no use of knowledge because it cannot feed them back their youth or fill their stomachs.
Forever searching to be heard, knowledge travels on and on until it finds a fertile mind and grows into maturity with time.
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