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By Editor, on October 5th, 2009%
“DWELL here three sad sweet spirits : Perfume born
Of fading Rose-leaves, visions of The Thorn
Behind each Flower of Joy in Life’s Bouquet,
And one long Sigh we make too oft to scorn.
A HAIR perhaps divides the False and True;” ‘
Or False or True thy Verses, we this due
Of meed bestow on One most bitter-sweet :
We read . . . → Read More: We Read and Dream
By Editor, on September 14th, 2009%
If thoughts are things, as mystics claim,
May thy thoughts win enduring fame,
Like His who stilled the raging sea,
Who on the shores of Galilee
Made waiting throngs, who came to jeer,
Acclaim Him sage, and priest, and seer.
Hiram . . . → Read More: If Thoughts Are Things
By Editor, on September 13th, 2009%
Many say these are the days of awakening, and that the spiritual nature is seen more clearly now than in any other point of time. While there may be more open conversation, in select groups, and the written text is more readily acquired, it would be a false claim that awareness, clarity, consciousness, or mysticism is . . . → Read More: All things have a Voice for the Spirit
By Editor, on August 1st, 2009%
A PREACHER’S SOLILOQUY
WHAT wealth to earth our God hath given !
What growing increment for heaven!
Men, women, youth, and children small,
I thank the good God for you all!
Not always was it mine to give
Such high regard to all who live ;
Time was, I know, when I could go
Along the streets and scarcely see
The presences my God did . . . → Read More: Why Do I Dare Love All Mankind?
By Editor, on June 4th, 2009%
Miracles! Why should anybody stumble over them? The world itself is a miracle. It can be accounted for on no other basis. The scientists have failed to create a world upon their own theories. The coffers have been nonplused(1). The creation of the world is a miracle of miracles.
It is not the province of tha daily . . . → Read More: As to Miracles
By Editor, on June 1st, 2009%
Many verses have been written over the ages that speak of Miracles.
Here is one of my favorites written by Walt Whitman:
Miracles
WHY, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked . . . → Read More: Ageless Voices Speak of the Beauty Around Us
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