Environment Of Sacred Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking around, being in an environment of sacred rhythms that attach to our souls, giving them sounds that echo through the years.

Living and hearing them, loving how they're memorized automatically, an endearing volume of measures of musical rhythms.

Always filling us with such tender beauty, gentle and kind, just right tempos helping sooth anxiety of yet another very difficult day in this temporary life on earth.