The Prayer-Wheel

The Prayer-Wheel

It came to me from lands of snowy peaks,
Fine lattice, carved from oriental wood.
Its universal Mantra softly speaks
Of deep compassion, and a source of good.

Evoking far Tibetan holy sites,
Where coloured flags send prayers to God above,
And sacred scrolls are stored 'mid lofty heights,
To tell Mankind of wisdom, truth, and love.

From vistas of the Himalayan skies,
Horizons far, that beckon pilgrims on,
As humble Lamas' chants to Heaven rise;
And gongs and tinkling bells are played upon.

This treasure, sent from Buddhist temple far,
Brings me the merest glimpse of Shangri-La.

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