Awaiting Purpose And Life Meant To Be Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly getting in touch with timing of rhythms, way too slow at
first, then all of a sudden coming together, joining one another,
conjuring so many thoughts, ideas and concepts.

All of them awaiting the purpose and life that was meant to be,
slicing night air with guitars, picking their way into realms of
another fine evening.

One that brings a prayer to children's lips as they find hope in
their words, a soothing and innocent will that cares for their
essence in lyrics of a rhythmic song.