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The narrow path to heart
The narrow path to heart often pulls us apart to find more nimble feet; anguish is graceful art. Print Friendly
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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety
Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety- soon the world will be delivered from captivity. Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow. A wondrous Christ-child’s cry yearns to grace bestow! The wandering Stars combine luminous astral virtues … Continue reading
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Fall rain on the shame
Fall rain on the shame of the politician; wash away the blame of our corruption. Fall rain on the shame of mighty Big Fist; wash away the blame that lies in our breast. Fall rain on the shame of We … Continue reading
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Don’t think for a moment that God does not hear your prayer
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The wind of the Word blows
The wind of the Word blows out of Love Street and goes where it wills with delight; how sweet the scent of Rose! Print Friendly
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Don’t think for a moment that God does not hear your prayer
Don’t think for a moment that God does not hear your prayer- his answer lies in the anguish that only patient love can bear. It’s a rough road to crawl and crawl to the feet of the Friend when the broken … Continue reading
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The world O the world a can full of lively worm
The world O the world a can full of lively worm, wriggling for spirit to attain at last perfect form. Man, at last, no more a wriggling worm, but aghast at nascent mind crawling through mud to speak, at last. … Continue reading
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Now is the time of the Prophet of Light’s return
Now is the time of the Prophet of Light’s return; Zarathustra will bring this Age of Iron to an end. Rama, prince of virtue crowned as the Solar King will again slay the dark rapacious lord and fiend. Now is … Continue reading
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The light of his eyes kindles in my heart a flame
The light of his eyes kindles in my heart a flame, which I nurture with the breath of his holy name. This body is the alembic from which spirit rises and rises to condense and fall in shame. Millions of … Continue reading
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The Magus does inspire
The Magus does inspire the silence of desire with a glass of his wine: O heart of crystal fire! Print Friendly
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