augustus 12, 2011januari 1, 2013 Door Bout Vercnocke

Prayer of the Lost and Found

As I am walking in this world of words
sometimes I keep forgetting how once
– inspired- I was returning home when
suddenly You spoke and down the hill
You came in shining white, Your music
as from heaven sent was all around,
and how it told me to have patience
O I remember how my heart was filled
with joy I hardly couldn’t wait and now
while looking in Your eyes I feel a touch
of paradise I finally have found an answer
beyond words.

(picture taken @ Banneux Sanctuary, Belgium)

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Hannah Stephenson schreef:

augustus 12, 2011 om 3:15 pm

Beautiful photo, and poetry and prayer truly seem linked.

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1. Rombout schreef:
  
  augustus 12, 2011 om 3:34 pm
  
  Thank you Hannah, I remember writing this poem back in 2002 during my visit to Medjugorje (Bosnia), it was one of these truly miraculous moments, as if I was touched by an invisible but very present Divine hand.
  
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Enclosed I roam from star to star, I travel endlessly, I whisper and my breath unfolds behind me as a vale, a shooting star, a comet on its way and growing, growing with each lightyear passing by, O yes, there is much pleasure in this roaming , it is creation of a Master Plan and still this roaming is continuing, and when from time to time I reach the boundaries of my confinement, I feel a sudden shiver, as if some unseen hand is there to push me back, or could it be the vale behind that keeps on coming back, I wonder. So here I am, inside and out, no matter how the journey goes, there always will be worlds to enter and others then to leave behind, the roaming will continue , on and on, no ending, no beginning, so is the roaming in the Womb of Being, the cavern of His Master’s Plan.