07-28-2007, 10:52 AM
On whistling stormcloud; on Zephyrus wing,
The Spirit-choir loud the world-anthems sing;
Hark! List to their voice: "We have passed through
death's door,
There's no Death; rejoice! life lives evermore."
We are, have always been, will ever be.
We are a portion of Eternity.
Older than Creation, a part of One Great Whole,
Is each Individual and immortal Soul.
On Time's whirring loom our garments we've wrought,
Eternally weave we on network of Thought,
Our kin and our country, by Mind brought to birth,
Were patterned in heaven ere molded on earth.
We have shone in the jewel and danced on the wave,
We have sparkled in fire, defying the grave;
Through shapes everchanging, in size, kind, and name
Our individual essence still is the same.
And when we have reached the highest of all,
The graduations of growth our minds shall recall,
So that link by link we may join them together
And trace step by step the way we reached thither.
Thus is time we shall know, if only we do
What lifts, ennobles, is right and true.
With kindness to all, with malice to none,
That in and through us God's will may be done.
This poem come from page 26, The Rosicrucian Mysteries, Recopyrighted 1943, original copyright 1911 by Mrs Max Heindel
Written by Max Heindel. Publisher: The Rosicrucian Fellowship, Oceanside, California. Sixth edition 1966.
The Spirit-choir loud the world-anthems sing;
Hark! List to their voice: "We have passed through
death's door,
There's no Death; rejoice! life lives evermore."
We are, have always been, will ever be.
We are a portion of Eternity.
Older than Creation, a part of One Great Whole,
Is each Individual and immortal Soul.
On Time's whirring loom our garments we've wrought,
Eternally weave we on network of Thought,
Our kin and our country, by Mind brought to birth,
Were patterned in heaven ere molded on earth.
We have shone in the jewel and danced on the wave,
We have sparkled in fire, defying the grave;
Through shapes everchanging, in size, kind, and name
Our individual essence still is the same.
And when we have reached the highest of all,
The graduations of growth our minds shall recall,
So that link by link we may join them together
And trace step by step the way we reached thither.
Thus is time we shall know, if only we do
What lifts, ennobles, is right and true.
With kindness to all, with malice to none,
That in and through us God's will may be done.
This poem come from page 26, The Rosicrucian Mysteries, Recopyrighted 1943, original copyright 1911 by Mrs Max Heindel
Written by Max Heindel. Publisher: The Rosicrucian Fellowship, Oceanside, California. Sixth edition 1966.