The Way. Poem by Michael Cochrane

The work of your hands Lord, can be seen in the night sky. The birds of the air, the fish in the seas. The spirit comes to us when we pray. We are children of light grant that you shine in us, and live in the brightness of truth. Live in us in joyful hope at peace in ceaseless reverence and thanks, your love lasts forever. Show us the way lord shed your clear light on our hearts and blessings on our journey to you.
Michael Cochrane © 2024