Guardian of my journey,
swift and gentle carry me,
onward, to the dawning of my soul-
where death be never sorrowful
and life itself begins,
guide me on this sacred course-
create my spirit whole.
Guardian of my journey,
silent watcher of my soul,
carry me swift and gentle
to the place where I began-
far beyond the indigo skies
upon your golden wing,
deep into the dream of God-
unto the great I am.
Poetry by Nancy Bright © 1998