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I am a priest upon whose head
God long ago poured holy oil;
He gave to me a Word and said :
"With this thou shalt mankind assoil!"
I come from out the Holy Place
With benediction for the earth,
To wipe the tears from every face
And tell the fallen one his worth.
My business is to be a priest
Whose holy task is to forgive,
To bid the beggar to the feast,
To touch the dead and make them live.
I know not any fear of thrones,
No claim of Scribe and Pharisee;
My word is set to many tones
Of lute and harp and psaltery. ...
I have no temple and no creed,
I celebrate no mystic rite;
The human heart is all I need
Wherein I worship day and night:
The human heart is all I need,
For I have found God ever there —
Love is the one sufficient creed,
And comradeship the purest prayer!
I bow not down to any book,
No written page holds me in awe;
For when on one friend's face I look
I read the Prophets and the Law !
I need no fountain filled with blood
To cleanse my soul from mortal sin;
For love is an unbounded flood —
Freely I go to wash therein.
Love laughs at boundaries of wrath
And is as infinite as God;
Breaks down each wall, finds out each path
Where wilful, straying feet have trod.
Love is the Word God gave and said:
"With it thou shalt mankind assoil!"
Then forthwith poured upon my head
Anointing of His holy oil !
O LITTLE PALE PILGRIM OF DREAMS
O little pale pilgrim of dreams !
Do you know the names of the flowers,
The ferns by the pools and the streams,
The kisses of God in the showers;
Do you hear His "Hello" on the hills
Where a wind comes out of the cloud,
And fail of the magic that fills
Companions who meet in the crowd?
Thou slow of the heart to believe—
Thou blind of the eyes to behold!
Let go of the things that deceive,
Vain baubles of silver and gold;
Come out and be one with the thro
Your brothers who wait by the way
And sing the new Liberty Song
At the wide-flung doors of the day.
Companion of flower and fern,
A brother of Christ and the clod,
And one with all spirits that yearn
The realized image of God;
The centuries wait for thy wings,
And aeons have followed thee far:
Lay hold of the sceptre of things,
Thou lord of the atom and star!
Crossing The Threshold
What is the reason for my life and why have I come here
To a world so filled with sorrow, with anger and with fear?
Though my thoughts may seem confused, I know the answer's there
For deep inside I hear a call, but I'm not sure from where.
There is a tranquil message, pulling softly at my mind.
It feels so very loving, and sounds so sweet and kind.
This voice that hears my pain lives somewhere deep inside.
It hides behind my ego and is muted by my pride.
This presence is so quiet, whereas others yell and cry.
It wisely gives me reasons, and gently tells me why.
If my mind is calm and centered, it fills my heart with cheer,
But if there's a mental storm, it's impossible to hear
"The answers are all known," it says. "If you turn your mind around
To see what can't be seen and hear what has no sound?"
If the portal to this inner world lives deep inside my Soul,
Then to step across that threshold is my promise and my goal.
~ S. Caroll
To know the Way,
We GO the Way;
We DO the Way,
The way we do
The things we do.
It's all there in front of you,
But if you try to hard to see it,
You'll only become confused.
I am me,
And you are you,
As you can see;
But when you do
The things that YOU can do,
You will find the Way,
And the Way will follow you.
I Miss YOU
I call you in my sleep
And when I am awake
To know what you can give me
And what is mine to take
Inside is where I find YOU
You're never far I know
For ONE we are forever
No matter where I go