Praying Monk Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding down Lincoln Drive, drinking in the beauty
of Phoenix's mountains, running the fingers of my
mind gently across their surface, feelings being
soothed as I do so.
Soulful, pious, majestic, religiously standing
over our city, marking it with desert growth and
animals of God's distinction.
A praying monk kneeling on the edges of a steep
cliff, asking God's forgiveness for the horrible
mess humans have made of his earth.

(9: 33 a.m. - 12/11/08)