PRAYER WALK

Malcolm Guite, poet, songwriter and Anglican priest, wrote in “Prayer Walk”

“A hidden path that starts at a dead end,
Old ways, renewed by walking with a friend,
And crossing places taken hand in hand,
 
The passages where nothing need be said,
With bruised and scented sweetness underfoot
And unexpected birdsong overhead,
 
The sleeping life beneath a dark-mouth burrow,
The rooted secrets rustling in a hedgerow,
The land’s long memory in ridge and furrow,
 
A track once beaten and now overgrown
With complex textures, every kind of green,
Land- and cloud-scape melting into one,
 
The rich meandering of streams at play,
A setting out to find oneself astray,
And coming home at dusk a different way.” 

“For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.” Jesus