Guiding By Candlelight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slipping along icy streets, trying to hold on to freezing thoughtful ideas.
Wanting to thaw out slowly, methodically, without penalties from any source.
Digging carefully into avalanches and snow slides into deepest parts of earth.
Finding artifacts and relics to remind us of deeper senses of purpose to be carried out in our lifetimes.
Soul searching, guiding by candlelight, through catacombs of religious ideals as we crawl along musical tempos in our ways.
Steadfastly keeping time with our innate energy on any given day.