Spiritual Contemplation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sentimentality dresses me each evening in it's splendor,
taking me away to future horizons as I dream tonight of
all things past.

Never settling for anything in this world, wanting to be
and do the best I can.

Traveling around in places of profound interest, no
doubts in place to ruin the peace I feel.

Interiorly assisting factions of spiritual contemplation
as sentimentality dresses me each evening in it's
fascinating splendor.