An Interior Science

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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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.

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