Spirit Grasping Hold Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Feeling my spirit grasping hold of me through music and
writing, taking me into an infinity of this life where
I am able to look over the edge.

Seeing meanings and purpose of life being constantly,
completely and always fulfilled, a special intense
grace of innate nature spreads through me.

Spreading throughout my being, reason and logic shining
brightly through eternity, as I drift from them into the
bluened light of enlightenment and knowledge forever.