Prayers are wonderful, two or more in his name, those who believe in other fashions as the Spirit gathers for the Harvest. We are all brothers and Sisters, we are all connected, made from the same stuff, liquids sheets of Gold Crowded through the Sun, we are made of Star Dust. We see where we came from every day. Let the song and memories guide us together on the path. Those who belief regardless of nomenclature of their religion, those who really believe are in the center, and only words can disrupt the flow, temporarily, as the truth breaks through. Prayers are wonderful. I pray conceptually, as words are cumbersome for me. A picture in your mind says an infinite amount of words, in dimensions where your Spirit speaks, seekers of the truth will not be denied.
I love the band YES, Jon Anderson, and this Oldie but Goodie really hits home with me.
Steve Howe/Alice Meynell)
Life is just a reflection
Sometime mirrored in the past
As we strive for perfection
We live until we last
Where the new might grow with the old
Where the fool is oft times the wise
Everything has got to be evened out
Leaving as without a doubt
Home, home from the horizon
Far and clear
Hither to the soft wings sweep
Flocks of the memories
Of the days draw near
Life is just a reflection
Sometime mirrored in the past
As we strive for perfection
We live until we last
The dove-cote doors of sleep
Which way are they, that come through this sweet light
Of all these homing birds
Which? with the straightest and the swiftest flight
Your words to me, your words
The first time I took this girl's hand
She was as if for whom I was born
And there's more besides a fair morning
Needed for a fair day