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
standing upright.

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.