Spiritual Eyes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking up dirt paths, breathing in dust of ages past,
bringing ourselves into surrounding origins belonging
to no one.

Spiritually eyeing opportunities from earth, we hold
on tightly, hoping to finish our quest.

When careening down another's path, we slip and fall
because it does not belong to us.

Along our weary ways we dart in and out, faithfully
trying to belong to ourselves as we travel our own
paths.