Praying A Last Prayer Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching the sun as it's disappearing behind the mountains on our western horizon, hot air balloons quietly floating in the orange, yellow and red colors put there by our artistic God.

Rasping fingers across a guitar, playing an upbeat rhythms while singing rhyming in the present, talking about the past and missing it in the future as it silently comes to an end.

Looking into the atmosphere, praying a last prayer for blessings to come upon this earth before we all go home and get in bed.