Learning Ways Of The Saints Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solemn mood coming upon me, touching senses, making them
come alive, being felt throughout my entire being, con-
templating everything in life.

Wanting to learn ways of the saints, hoping to be like
them in goodness and holiness, knowing that I'm only a
human precludes me from being successful.

Because of human frailty I can only achieve somewhat of
a fraction of perfection someday if I strive towards
that goal without falling backwards in time.