Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 19, 2010 23:22:54 GMT -5
PRAYER CANDLES
A votive light that burns
When we have left a prayer
The night descends and turns
With tears, with love, with care,
But still ascending, calm
And soft as easy breath
The air distils its balm
And lives beyond its death.
The prayer ascends above
And speaks the better part
The whispered prayers of Love,
That reach God’s tender heart.
© Pauline Griffiths
A votive light that burns
When we have left a prayer
The night descends and turns
With tears, with love, with care,
But still ascending, calm
And soft as easy breath
The air distils its balm
And lives beyond its death.
The prayer ascends above
And speaks the better part
The whispered prayers of Love,
That reach God’s tender heart.
© Pauline Griffiths