Monday, September 20
an ancient Celtic prayer...
I saw the Christ arrayed in sunlight
on the windswept hills, and read a million
names of God engraved on ancient stones,
and in the gleeful dance of human flesh I felt
the gift of love and life that human spirit owns.
In flying cloud and crashing wave I rode
the wild wings of storm and strife;
Thus I, with joyful heart and wondering spirit wrote
of songs to search the mystery of living,
and celebrate the joy of life.
Photos : Himalayan terrains (from personal collections)
just as I am
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