This poem encouraged me on a weary day. I received it as a comment to this post from my English friend Lisa Whittle. Enjoy.
We know not what we do when for our absent ones we pray.
We know not how the magic works – but somewhere far away
Someone receives a blessing, and is comforted
Silently around their path the angel wings are spread.
Though from them we are divided. Love will bridge the gap.
We know not what strange powers we touch, what secret springs we tap
When we kneel and earnestly commit them to God’s care.
Great things are accomplished through the mystery of prayer.
– by Patience Strong
resonance
riding the widening pools of wonder to shores of faith
rising with the light to greet a new day.
blessings.