Wandering Deserts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent and composed, wandering deserts of my soul, seeing
the heartache and sadness that has always been with me,
holding my hand and heart.

Walking on and not looking back, having chances in life to
make it through, steadily walking on, seeing the light shin-
ing directly in front of me all the time.

Knowing that all will be behind me eventually as I continue
to step in time with the rhythms of life and nature always
guiding and leading me past evil and sin.

Keeping temptations from grasping my soul or mind, staying
on the path leading to God and heaven in the end, knowing
that my purpose has been fulfilled honestly and loyally.