Soulful Fingers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beauty outstretched in nature's heart, branches and
leaves tickling insides of my soul as I bask in
life's heartfelt grief.

Sorrow surrounding me as a blanketed wreath left over
from graveyards of the past.

Touching mind and heart with soulful fingers, praying.

Tears of sorrow filling blue, green, gray eyes, no
sights in view of a tomorrow.

Only within, filled with reminisces of yesterday,
pictures scattered throughout my mind, waiting to be
picked up and looked at with grace and gently pasted
on subconscious walls of past and future fates.

All the time music melancholically touching the very
within of my total being - held together gingerly by
a soul filled with heaviness, looking always toward
God and heaven.