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Jun 2014
I was,
And I am.  
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.

  I have cleft the vast spaces of the infinite, and
taken flight in the world of fantasy, and drawn nigh
to the circle of light on high.
  Yet behold me a captive of matter.
   I have hearkened to the teachings of Confucius,
and listened to the wisdom of Brahma, and sat be-
side the Buddha beneath the tree of knowledge.
   Behold me now contending with ignorance and
unbelieving.
   I was upon Sinai when the Lord showed Himself
to Moses.  By the Jordan I beheld the Nazarene's
miracles.  In Medina I heard the words of the Apostle
of Arabia.
   Behold me now a prisoner of doubt.
   I have seen Babylon's strength and Egypt's glory
and the greatness of Greece.  My eyes cease not
upon the smallness and poverty of their works.
   I have sat with the witch of Endor and the priests
of Assyria and the prophets of Palestine, and I cease
not to chant the truth.
   I have learned the wisdom that descended on India,
and gained mastery over poetry that welled
from the Arabian's heart, and hearkened to the music
of people from the west.
   Yet am I blind and see not; my ears are stopped
and I do not hear.
   I have borne the harshness of unsatiable con-
querors, and felt the oppression of tyrants and the
******* of the powerful.
   Yet am I strong to do battle with the days.
   All this have I heard and seen, and I am yet a
child.  In truth shall I hear and see the deeds of
youth, and grow old and attain perfection and
return to God.

I was,
And I am
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
My wonderful Mother just mailed me a set of books that have been in my home during my childhood, I never once picked one up. I love them. I guess God had a plan for me to wait to read these when I could grasp. What a WONDERFUL GIFT from Mama, this was from A TEAR AND A SMILE
WendyStarry Eyes
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   --- and Amitav Radiance
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