RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Forgetting An Interior Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Born to run all our lives, we delve into our careers,
education and families, hoping to find fulfillment
and promise somewhere among them.
Forgetting about taking care of our prayer and spiritual
lives, we hurry about, never taking time to smell the
flowers or stop to hug our inner child.
Stressing and not finding time to nurture our interior
lives leaves us bereft and feeling alone most of the
time throughout this earthly life.
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