What serves a purpose glorious and sublime?

What seems offensive on the shores of time―

Serves a purpose glorious and sublime―

Even the reptile, that on earth doth crawl―

That some have said caused man to fall―

Is―by the great creative art―

Caused to work a glorious part

In this vast and deeper plan

For the highest use of man.

―Spirit S. G. A.

Glimmer Light

Light quest;

evasive flame.

Yet I think I see

the glimmer light

here now.

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

One in Spirit

One in Spirit - A Poem For You

The Colour of Indigo

Pain

Unremitting

but the prize
infinitely fine
at journey's end

The colour of indigo

In love or out

In love or out

Good for bad
Better in good
Wasted without

Life-giving Water

Driving rain
Bounty
so splendid

God smiled twice

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

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

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

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