Thursday, April 23, 2020

Golden Lads and Girls

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the light surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

The Outsiders attended Will Rogers High School in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
So did I: class of '65

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?

                            — Julian of Norwich

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."

"I never met a man I didn't like."  — Will Rogers


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

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