Walking Into The Fire Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking into the fire, staring at it's hot blaze,
not feeling it at all, just feeling embers of hope
and faith burning brightly within.

Promises of the Divine giving everlasting peace-
ful beauty, taking me beyond this universe and out-
er space, into another dimension.

There all will come together in rhythms of time
somewhere else on another horizon, still watching
the fire burning in my soul.

Enlightening senses held within, sensations into
a poetical interlude, writing incessantly, plac-
ing poems quietly in rows like flowering roses.

Growing interiorly into my mind, nourished and
nurtured by intellect with ideas stemming from
reality's imagination.

Hard times, stress, worry, all of it now taken away
in depths of my soul, living in the serenity of the
Divine solely and defiantly.

Feeling peace and freedom now filling me entirely,
loving this solace, can't live without it on this
earth, my being is a solitary entity in this world.