"A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another's." ~Jean Paul
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
— William Blake
Behold the Sun at the midnight hour;
Build with stones in the lifeless ground.
Thus in decay and in the night of Death
Find Creation's new beginning, young morning's strength.
Glory in the heights the eternal Word of Gods;
Shelter in the depths the Powers of Peace.
In darkness dwelling, create a Sun;
In matter weaving, know spiritual joy!
At the turning point of time
the spirit-light of the world
entered the stream of Earth existence.
Darkness of light
had ceased its reign;
shone forth in human souls:
light that gives warmth
to simple shepherds' hearts,
light that enlightens
the wise heads of kings.
Warm our hearts!
enlighten our heads!
that good may come
from what we cradle in our hearts,
what we direct from our heads
with true-to-the-mark, consecrated willing!
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