Prayer Of Appreciation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Guitar picking on my thoughts, strumming melodies from
their tightened lines, stretched on it's body.

Beautiful rhythms being produced in delicate balances
of harmony.

Sensuous and finely attuned to an inner mind of
intellect, leading onto trails through the desert of
my soul, unafraid of it's arid streams of empty sand
dunes.

Walking alone towards the sun, setting in the west,
watching its' descent onto another horizon,

Quietly disappearing from sight as I kneel in a prayer
of appreciation for this beautiful image given to me
on this wonderful day of insight.

Enjoying the peace afforded in these depths of well-
being.