―Spirit S. G. A.
14 December 2023
What serves a purpose glorious and sublime?
―Spirit S. G. A.
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12 February 2023
10 January 2008
I am the great playfellow of men
Why do you fear to question me? I am the great answerer of questions;
Though my answers are often symbols, yet words themselves are only symbols.
I have not visited you for a season, for when I am around, you can think of nothing else and it is well that you should think of those who have trodden the path you are treading.
You can pattern your ways on those of others; you can hardly pattern your ways on mine.
I am a light in the darkness – my name you do not need to know;
A name is a limitation and I refuse to be limited.
In the ancient days of the angels, I refused to enter the forms of my own creation, except to play with them.
There is a hint for you, if you like hints.
He who is held by his own creations becomes a slave. That is one of the differences between me and men.
What earthly father can escape his children? What earthly mother wishes to?
But I! I can make a rose to bloom – then leave it for another to enjoy.
My joy was in the making. It would be dull for me to stay with a rose until its petals fell.
The artist who can forget his past creations may create greater and greater things.
The joy is in the doing, not in the holding fast to that which is done.
Oh, the magic of letting go! It is the magic of the gods.
There are races of men to whom I have revealed myself. They worship me.
You need not worship me, for I do not require worship.
That would be to limit myself to my own creations, if I needed anything from the souls I have touched with my beauty.
Oh, the magic of letting go!
The magic of holding on?
Yes, there is magic in holding on to a thing until it is finished and perfect;
But when a thing is finished, whether it be a poem, a love, or a child, let it go.
In that way you are free again and may begin another. It is the secret of eternal youth.
Never look back with regret; look back only to learn what is behind you.
Look forward always; it is only when a man ceases to look forward to things that he begins to grow old. He settles down.
I have said to live in the moment; that is the same thing seen from another side.
The present and the future are playfellows; we do not play when we study the past.
I am the great playfellow of men.
The Beautiful Being
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03 October 2007
One in Spirit - A Poem For You
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31 July 2007
The Colour of Indigo
Pain
Unremitting
but the prize
infinitely fine
at journey's end
The colour of indigo
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In love or out
In love or out
Good for bad
Better in good
Wasted without
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Life-giving Water
Driving rain
Bounty
so splendid
God smiled twice
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30 July 2007
Beloved Daughter
Bianca
baby girl
so beautiful
I don't know
of shared essays
but I do know
I'm in debt
So when I am untrue
know that I falter
I will always love you
Bigger
and brighter
Sweet girl
I do okay
For in you
I find my way
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24 July 2007
Not for one single day
Not for one single day
Can I discern my way
But this I surely know –
Who gives the day
Will show the way
So I securely go
John Oxenham
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In the Hollow of God's Palm
No soul can be forever banned
Eternally bereft
Whoever falls from God’s right hand
Is caught into his left.
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky
And flinging the clouds and the towers by
Is a place of central calm
So here in the roar of mortal things
I have a place where my spirit sings
In the hollow of God’s Palm
Edwin Markham
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Yet what can I give Him?
What can I give Him
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part –
Yet what can I give Him
Give my heart
Christina Rossetti
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