Prayer reflections
A series of poems by Chris Roe
Eternal Journey
As the crimson flame of life
Breaks slowly
Above the horizon,
The white, frosted meadows,
With trees and hedgerows
Of sculptured ice,
Speak loudly
Of your presence.
Once more
Upon this journey,
As another day begins,
Without effort
Or intrusion,
Through the peace
And tranquillity
Of your silent voice,
The moment becomes eternal,
And the journey
Begins again.
Sentinel of Conscience
From the first prayers,
And dreams of my journey,
A silent voice
Has stood sentinel
Within my soul.
No answers given,
No miracles offered.
No blinding light
To penetrate the darkness.
No dogma or creed,
No sectarian vision,
Only silent prayer,
Through times of joy and pain.
This silent voice,
This sentinel of conscience,
Has been my shadow,
Has shared my life,
Has given reason enough
To continue my journey
Through the darkness,
And on, into the light.
The Journey Home
Touch my soul,
Be the guardian
Of my spirit,
The sunrise
And sunset
Of my day.
Be the Swallow
That returns,
That is
Eternal spring,
The reason
That is,
My journey home.