An Interior Science Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Motions of interior oceans filled with the crashing
of sorrow's tears, hitting and splashing upon sandy
shores of glass.

Always stepping carefully onto every emotion as it
slides beneath feelings of grief, touching upon the
stinging pain of heartache.

Watching as hearts are being broken over beings of
loss, attention given to tacit features of interior
science.

Finite and penetrating, seeking a place somewhere
in the capacity of intellect, never separating it
from innate spirituality and it's creativeness.

Imagination waiting for moments of talent to spread
itself throughout art, music and poetry, lifting
humanity higher through artistic endeavors of grace.

Given through God, innate talent is being used as an
instrument for the betterment of our Lord's purpose
in this earthly life.

Touching each one of us individually with a poetic
license to approach ever new concepts of growth and
spontaneity through an intellectual spirituality.