We in the rhythms coursing
from the heart of all beginnings,
we from in the darkness who forge
a fire, we from the candlelight
kept through the storm, we
who dream when hope is lost:
we have always been here, and
we will go on when all things
become new; we drive on through
heartbreak and sorrow; we keep
faith when the strongest knee
has buckled. We are the children
older than the world, we are
the armor of heaven, we are the
timeless throughout all time,
we are the storm and the calm.
When we seek, we find; when
we knock, it is opened; when we
ask, it is given to us. Fear not:
what you have waited for will
come to pass, and you do not
travel through your days in vain.
Even time has an end, and you
will see the day when there is
no day, the night when there
is no night, and all will be one.
me?!
12:32pm friday, 6th june
Good one- beautiful!!!!!!
Sarah
3:09pm tuesday, 6th april
Surely you have read A Course In Miracles, Stand? This could have been extracted from it! That book might fill in some gaps for you, brother.
me?!