Friday, October 9, 2015

Golden Lads and Girls



Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
                   — Shakespeare




"Lord, save me, for I perish."  — Saint Peter

Deceased Members of the Class of 1965

Will Rogers High School

Tulsa, Oklahoma


James Aldrich
Doy Argo
Linda Barham Kelly                                   
Bob Bewley
Kris Brodsky                                               
Gary Michael Brown
Tom Burger                                                
Thomas Burke Bush
Neil Clark                                                   
Ricky Conwell
Judy Davis Riley                                           
Charles Dent
Emmett Dobey                                           
Steve Douglas
Donna Duncan Tate                                    
Roger Eller
Richard Esley
Terry Ferrand
Nita Kay Fisher
Ron Franklin
Linda Geller Clements
Chip Gibson
Toby Goodale                                     
Fred Haddad
Wayne Hale                                                
Delbert Hancock
Elizabeth Harris Stephenson              
Larry Ray Hartweg
Buddy Hayden                                            
Judy Holdridge
Lynn Hoover                                               
Truceal Hopkins Smith
Paul Drury Howlett
John Hughes
Don Jetton                                                  
Kenneth Johnson
Bruce Johnson                                               
Jerry Kirk
Gregory Lance Koupe
Mike Lack
Linda Kay Landingham Hayman       
Richard Lyle
Gary L. Marshall                                        
Don McCorkell
Paul Melton                                                
Cass Miller
Everett Miller                                             
Frances Ruth Mitchell Horn                                       
Georgia Moore Collins
Phyllis Mozingo Burns                          
Larry Mueller
Danny Nicodemus                              
Earnest Northcutt
Joel Noyes                                                  
Karen Oxley Findley
Mike Parr                                                    
Jim Payne
Dennis Ranzau                                            
Richard Raska
Robert Raska                                      
Steven E. Redd
Billy Remy                                                 
Jerry Reynolds
Herbert Rouse                                     
Theresa Scott Forbes
Linda Lou Shelby Padgett                          
Tom Sifferman
Susan Snyder Gore
Dudley Stanley
Sally Starr
Bill R. Stemmons                                                  
Tom Stevens                                               
Barry Sullivan
Michael Swanson                                       
David Tate
Mike Taylor
Tony Troxell
Keith Tuter
Jeanie Van Gundy Evans
Mike Volinic                                              
Van West
Orlin White                                                 
Bill Woodson
Marsha Ann Word Daniel
Elizabeth Wycoff Anderson
Anna Maria Zoricia Gulley





The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

                                       — Dylan Thomas



See I am God.


See I am in all things.


See I do all things.


See I never lift my hands off my own works, nor ever shall, without end.


See I lead every thing to the end I ordained for it from without beginning with the same might, wisdom, and love that I made it.


How should anything be amiss?
















Prayer for a dead loved one

May my love be the sheaths
That now surround you,
Cooling all fever,
Warming all coldness,
Interwoven with sacrifice.
Live, upheld by love,
Light-endowed, upward!

                  Rudolf Steiner






Rudolf Steiner:  "Failure to recognize the Christ Spirit in all things means seeing them from the aspect of death, whereas finding the Christ in them means understanding them from the vantage point of life."




At-one-ment

Washed in the Blood of the Lamb are We
Awash in a Sunburst Sea
You—Love—and I—Love—and Love Divine:
We are the Trinity

You—Love—and I—We are One-Two-Three
Twining Eternally
Two—Yes—and One—Yes—and also Three:
One Dual Trinity
Radiant Calvary
Ultimate Mystery








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