Prayer Poem by Ravi Panamanna

She is the witness of the silent night;
She is the whispering song of the stars.
The wind hath left the slumbering hills
And life is all quiet upon the dells.

She is the key of the waking dawn,
The blossoming life and of the waking dales.
Softness the wind embraces leaves of grass
And the peeing rays lend a gladdening pace.

And thro' every living moment
She answers our life in peaceful grace.
To umpteen springs she gives us wings
And makes our sojourn a resourceful one.

And she tunes our inner space
To embrace universal brotherhood.
And she opes an endless fountain
Lifting our spirits to a wordless terrain.