Guide
In the darkness of
The quiet hour
Chants ascend to heaven
Deep and rolling as thunder
Majestic in the deep dark splendor
Calling us to leave the mountain
Descending to the valley below
Music of the ages draws
Our souls to its deepest core
Guiding lost wanderers
Back to the heart of belief
What we sought through the ages
Spirit of love
Sanctuary of peace
The arms of the beloved
© Ceol, Urban Poet
March 18th, 2010 at 8:15 am
Reading your poem ‘Guide’ I am moved to a moment of soothing quiet deep within the experience of my soul…the majestic voices calmly chanting in praise to the Creator set the spiritual serenity of this writing…there is a tone in your lines of that which is greater…that which is nurturing in the magnificence of love…this poem is moving…it is spiritual with that enticing touch of the mystique.
Coastpoet