Touching Strings Of My Heart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rustling of leaves touch my soul, causing it to stir
and seek our Lord, in the coming storm.

Touching strings of my heart gently, easing the
loneliness of human life.

Fragrantly sending the smell of a new storm to greet
and meet with the anger held within.

Blending with each other, sitting contemplatively in
the rain, living through the rush of feeling that it
brings.

Swirling, separating all within, bringing it together
again in the torrent of an evening rain storm.