Heredity's Treasure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking mirrors in hand, holding them up to show what
they are reflecting in the distance, writing it all
in poetry.

Waiting for enduring conclusions to come about, think-
ing and pondering over the usage of so many ideas,
always coming unbidden into an interior existence.

Believing in a blessedness of this life, at how precious
it is and has become, reaching forever for it's essence
through passions of beliefs.

Catching and gathering everything collectively in the
energy of another sphere, keeping it all as a treasure
of heredity.