Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Vigilant Praying Monk


Sitting here outside in the sunshine, feeling the heat
beat down upon my back, feeling good, yet it's getting
hotter by the minute.

Just beyond me is the Praying Monk, ever vigilant in
his purpose, keeping watch over the valley while
praying on his knees for everyone of us here.

A special interest as he looks out, keeping us close
to his rock hard heart, never losing sight of his
meaning in our lives.

Forever staying, never leaving his post, we can always
count on it through our lives.

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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