Lost In This Modern World Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Studying life's mosaics, finding answers lying out in the
open, waiting to be explored, lines crossing each thread,
seeming to be attached to something beyond visibility.

Always luring me into their webs, feeling the somnolent
peace that is attained through the years, selecting and
seeing each detail as it finds it's way into the future.

Thoroughly and faithfully taking me farther away than
ever, leading me into habitats of nature alone, a solit-
ary entity wanting nothing more than to belong somewhere.

Somewhere Divine, yet feeling lost in this modern world
of temporary things because none of it has any substance
in a spiritual reality.