Hands in Prayer
Like hands raised in prayer
under the heat of a noonday sun
stands a pyramid-shaped rock
in silent solitude.
With fingers stretching
into the sky
withstanding the elements of time
it remains undaunted or removed
a place of quiet fortitude.
Joyce E. Johnson (2013)
Note: The above photo is one I took while recently on vacation in Utah and Arizona. There are large sandstone rock cliffs and boulders of all kinds of unusual shapes and sizes. I thought how this particular rock looked so much like hands clasped together in prayer, so gave it this name for my above poem.