My Soul Reaches For Thee


Out unto Thee O God
My soul reaches in love,
Down Thy paths may I trod
Most Holy One above.

The thunder proclaims Thee,
The night speaks Thy name.
There is no doubt in me
That all things from Thee came.

When I stand all alone
Looking toward the sky
In my heart it is known
That Thou art the most High.

The blowing of the wind
Whispers of Thy nearness,
All the things around blend
Speaking of Thy dearness.

Could I live knowing not
That Thou my God art real
When Thou art all about,
And Thy presence I feel?

Fireflies

There is nothing more mysterious and wonderful to a young child than fireflies. Fireflies, how they thrill a youth when first seen in early spring. They carry their lanterns around with them, those little nocturnal insects. We never quite outgrow that awe and wonder at the mysteries and glories of nature, but as we grow older it becomes less magical to us.

Those fireflies remind us of our youth, and inspite of ourself we still feel some of the old excitement at the sight of them as we once did. We remember how we use to chase them, and catch them, and watch them glow in our hand.

However, when we grow older many of us begin to think of fireflies as just plain old bugs. The magic goes out of it for us. None can tell just when it happens, but one day we wake up and the mystery has gone out of life.

When little things such as fireflies no longer excite us, we have lost something. Happiness is a nebulous thing, and I suppose one might say that for a child at a certain age at the right time of year, happiness is a firefly.

Little Firefly

Firefly, firefly, up in the sky,
Night's not the same without you, little firefly.
Firefly, firefly, up in the sky,
Won't you come out tonight, little firefly?


Firefly, firefly, up in the sky,
I would be so happy to see you, little firefly.
Firefly, firefly, up in the sky,
Won't you come out tonight, little firefly?

Firefly, firefly, up in the sky,
I long for a visit from you, little firefly.
Firefly, firefly, up in the sky,
Won't you come out tonight, little firefly?


Life's Purpose


I search for life's purpose. I search for my purpose in life. We are happy when we find and pursue. We are unhappy when we stray from it. That which our heart and mind agree on is right for us. We must listen and meditate for guidance. We must in patience wait for truth.

Years may pass, but we must not be remiss in our quest. Our soul will be contented by and by. We will find our Nirvana, and the quiet waters wil flow through our being. Our purpose was etched in the stars before the foundation of the world.

A Murmur

I denote a murmur in the air. It is the pulse of the universe. I listen and all is still, yet there is a murmur.Listen sometime when you are all alone and the stars shine up in the sky. Listen in the darkness of the night when silence rules, and perhaps you will hear a murmur, not from a given sound, but from the innermost part of your being.

Your being is linked up with some higher being as all things are gravitated by a center. You are in fact at one with the being of all things. Oh, you may not think so after a hectic, trying day when everything seems wrong, but you are a part of something wonderful called being.


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