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 Sonburst 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