Inner Eyes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Eyes looking inward, as nature touches my soul from
without, soothes this being living in a troubled world.

Taking time to look up, noticing branches of trees,
clouds gathering and skating across Arizona blue skies.

Filled with gratitude, absorbing freedom from the
atmosphere while sitting quietly, preparing in poetry.

Loving immense feelings of difference brought constantly
into my life, I bow my head in deference to Him who
continually creates through me.