Temporary Stance Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising and falling into the night, watching as dusk slips onto
the horizon unbidden, yet somehow chosen to do so, liberty and
freedom taking us by the hand as we traipse through this eternal
land of promise.

Yet it's only a temporary stance of life, it cannot ever hold
onto the essence of what has always been through the years, walk-
ing slowly by, noticing that things have changed.

Not knowing or realizing why they have, a purpose much greater
and stronger than we are, takes over and brings us into places
we've never been to before.