Parlor Of Our Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly partaking of individual solitude, completely
spent from a day filled with people and deadlines.

Desiring the peace aloneness brings, stepping back,
retrieving it on my own.

Life happens to all as each day progresses, it is
full of strife and sorrow, pain and joy.

Were can anyone get away from it? Within our selves
is the only place I know of.

Casually sitting in the parlor of our souls,
contemplating, praying, becoming whole.