Touching My Mind
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Riding down the freeway in a yellow cab, looking in all
directions, feeling textures of trees, sweeping away
cobwebs filling my being.
Watching lines, angles, patterns, slipping by, touching
my mind for future use.
Mountains greeting my soul, awakening God's presence in
a morning dawn.
Reciprocating reality with genuine interest, accepting
it graciously with imagination leading the way.
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