Touching Our Souls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wilting away, an evening sun catching it's breath as it slowly
goes to bed.
Nightly dreams of heavenly stars fill skies with their twinkling
eyes.
Benefiting all of mankind with contemplative views, striking arrangements and wonderful awe of something sacred and undefiled.
Beautiful beyond what any of us could create or invent, the
presence of heavenly skies touch our souls as we kneel in prayer
before God.