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Posted in Poetry on Dec 22nd, 2013
The Light of God’s love— That Divine Spark within our hearts that is alive and vibrant, – waiting to be born anew, continues to guide our way through the darkness. May the beautiful symbols of this season remind us of God’s ever-lasting Love: Fragrant evergreens; shining stars; prayerful silences; songs of joy and hope; Welcoming candles in a window; the warm embrace […]
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized on Apr 23rd, 2013
PRAYERS AND PRECEPTS OF THE ROSICRUCIAN FELLOWSHIP MMX When one grows into adulthood, especially one who is robust with physical attributes, a friend may remark, “He doesn’t know his own strength.” As exercise is necessary for the development of physical muscle, so development of the moral nature is accomplished through temptation. In any […]
from Disciplines If there is a prayer, there is a mother kneeling. by Dawn Lundy Martin If there is prayer, there is a mother kneeling, hands folded to a private sign. We recognize it. If there is a mother kneeling, hands a tent, she is praying or she is crying or crying and praying at […]
Posted in Poetry on Mar 28th, 2013
From The Christian Year by John Keble. Forms of Prayer to Be Used at Sea When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee. Isaiah 43:2 The shower of moonlight falls as still and clear Upon this desert main As where sweet flowers some pastoral garden cheer With fragrance after rain: The wild […]
By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of […]
Posted in Poetry on Mar 15th, 2012
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn. I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing robin sing: I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring. […]
Posted in Poetry on Oct 31st, 2011
Whatever Is Is Best Ella Wheeler Wilcox I know as my life grows older, And mine eyes have clearer sight, That under each rank of wrong, somewhere There lies the root of right; That each sorrow […]