Why worship death or yearn for its release? by Annalee Skarin

Why worship death or yearn for its release? Why think that death can make your troubles cease While you lack courage to even face your foes As you yield weakly to the slightest wind that blows? Why seek to escape in vault or silent crypt, Giving death the pow’r to write your mortal script? Gird up your loins and tell me if you can, Were … Continue reading Why worship death or yearn for its release? by Annalee Skarin

Within me is the seed of God and I can tread where he has trod! by Annalee Skarin

Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself has said, I am a son, a child of God? I can from grubby earth arise And tread the Pathway of the Skies! Within me is the seed of God And I can tread where He has trod! Poem taken from THE BOOK OF BOOKS by the most fascinating, revealing and controversial modern … Continue reading Within me is the seed of God and I can tread where he has trod! by Annalee Skarin

The Proud & The Mighty by Nansela Mathews

I watched those high ones, from the side, As they came riding on the tide, Placing themselves upon the crest With their heads held high, above the rest, Demanding others to bear them along As they sang their own self-righteous song Of self-importance and self-acclaim — The highest seats their only aim! They demanded their place at the top of the wave — Proclaiming their … Continue reading The Proud & The Mighty by Nansela Mathews

The growth of the soul and one’s blending his physical body into it until they become one, contains the meaning and purpose of this life.

“There is a way — and ways — and THE WAY! And the high man travels the high way, And the low man travels the low — While in between, on the misty flats, the rest drift to and fro. But for every man that goeth, There’s a high way and a low — And every man decideth the way his soul shall go!” (page … Continue reading The growth of the soul and one’s blending his physical body into it until they become one, contains the meaning and purpose of this life.

The Ancient Path Reclaimed

Up perpendicular ledges and towering granite cliffs We’ve snatched at jutting projections and clung to cloud-wrapped rifts! Souls despairing in anguish, we’ve struggled in hopeless dismay. Seeking His trail to follow as we’ve climbed our rugged way! Never were craigs so awesome! Not ever a mountain so steep! Not ever a need so urgent a rendezvous to keep! Of’t with torn, bleeding bodies we’ve clung … Continue reading The Ancient Path Reclaimed

He who knows and knows not that he knows, is…

There is an ancient Arabian proverb which states: “He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool! Avoid him! He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is simple, teach him. He who knows and knows not that he knows, is asleep, Wake him. He who knows and knows that he knows, is a wise man, follow him.” … Continue reading He who knows and knows not that he knows, is…

Winged Feet In Rhythm With The Angels’ Song

I shall take all thorns on which I tread And weave a crown of glory for my head. The way of deepest darkness! Ah Black night! I shall dispel thy gloom — disperse it by my light. The heartbreaks, the tragedies, the sorrows and the tears Shall be the shining glory of the coming years. The troubles and despairs I meet along the road Shall … Continue reading Winged Feet In Rhythm With The Angels’ Song

Love Brings Love & Hate Brings Hate

“I hold it true that thoughts are things, They’re endowed with bodies and breath and wings, And that we send them forth to fill The world with good result or ill. That which we call our secret thought Speeds forth to earth’s remotest spot, Leaving its blessings or its woes Like tracks behind it as it goes. We build our future thought by thought, For … Continue reading Love Brings Love & Hate Brings Hate