RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Teaching Steps - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Walking through a forest of trees, at least that's
what I thought, instead it was a forest of what
looked like trees, but in reality were clarinets
Silver keys shining in the sun brightly, playing
melodies and harmonies, their rhythms happily perm-
eating the sounds of heaven with their melodic
iconics and chords scoring up and down the keyboard.
Calling to me deeply inside, not turning away, want-
ing me to move into a new morning alone, beautiful
and quiet, soothing my spirit with the presence of
God's love held silently within me, teaching steps
to increase spirituality throughout my life.
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