Paula's Poems
by Paula Puddephatt
Prayer perfumes the air. Late into the night, we are raising the rhythms of spirituality. We are weaving our intricate tapestry of light - dreams swirling around in our brains, and visions transcending the "truths" that we once thought we knew.
Prayer perfumes the air.
Late into the night,
we are raising the rhythms
of spirituality.
We are weaving our intricate tapestry
of light -
dreams swirling
around in our brains,
and visions transcending
the "truths" that we once
thought we knew.