Hearts Turned To God Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to old cowboy ballads, standing alongside a horse, the past echoing in a mind of yesterday, whispers in the wind calling out to his soul as he remembers the days that have taken their toll upon his life.

Being out in the desert beneath the hot, boiling sun during the day and under the moon, wrapped in blankets at night, rounding up cattle from sun up to sun down, many times his heart turned to God in the middle of an emptiness out in the desert.