Strumming Whispers Of Prayer Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Streams of conversation going past into the atmosphere
surrounding me as I listen to whispers of spirituality
that gravitate into my spirit and soul.

Tasting the beauty of an interior contemplation, strum-
ing whispers of prayer, finding their way into my mind,
strolling along, tending to my purpose.

Taking care to sate and quench whatever needs to be done
to feed the essence and passion of my heart and being,
as life continues to be fulfilled within me.