Looking For Inherent Beatitudes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking For Inherent Beatitudes



Running to and fro, looking for inherent beatitudes of life
hidden in convergent places of another time.

Incessant and turbulent, rising and falling into rhythms of
natural springs of tomorrow's visions.

Reaching upward, grasping uneven strands of living, while
moving towards another shore beyond life's death.

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