Years gone, yet frozen in time Seeking for things done That which is mine Trying to forget the root Which is my present crime holding my glassy flute I enter the shrine I am a player who has paid the price I have seen the danger and wanted out But the game is not over,
The Race of Man born of the earth Proud and hardened humankind So sinful from our very birth Corrupted heart and soul and mind Abide we in our realm of sod Delight we in our frame of clay Dead in our deeds our spirits flawed Perfection came to make a way Yet there was such
Why injustice, abuse, cruelty? Why contradiction, incongruity? Why pain, turmoil, anguish? Why do we humans languish? What is so good about good health if it ultimately ends in our death.
I was recently made aware of the passing of a former schoolmate from Junior High. We attended the same grade and had some common friends, but we were not personally close.
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
"At least look good before you die," says the world to its kinsmen. "We have here no lasting kingdom."
Stop denying, the earth is dying Stop denying, trees are dying...
I am so full of joy I could almost shed tears at the thought of being in the family of God
Jesus Christ's crucifixion is at the pinnacle of human history.
