My prayer seems to come
Out of a need for meaning,
Out of a need for becoming,
Out of a need for letting go,
Out of a need for wonder, discovery, searching,
Out of a need to be with the One who attracts
And draws me as no other person or thing can.
I see prayers living,
Walking through lives,
Some, joyful and energetic,
Some sad and sorrowful.
The stillness of nature,
The wonders of the universe,
Ask me to discover them and share their being.
I hear prayer in music and song
They tell of the longings and yearnings
That have been put to melody.
Prayer surrounds me on my journey.
To be in touch with it,
All I need to do is to change my perspective.
To see that the world is alive with the grandeur of God.
In the things and persons created,
To accompany me on my journey and
To accompany others on their journey.
A pilgrimage alone yet together
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem