Eternal Journey

As the crimson flame of life

Breaks slowly

Above the horizon,

The white frosted meadows,

With trees and hedgerows

Of sculptured ice,

Speak loudly

Of your presence.

Once more

Upon this journey,

As another day begins,

Without effort

Or intrusion,

Through the peace

And tranquillity

Of your silent voice,

The moment becomes eternal,

And the journey begins again.

Chris Roe

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Chris Roe's poems are a personal journey in search of spiritual peace.

Further work from this collection of 45 poems can be seen at www.silentflightpublications.co.uk

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