The earth again awakes to thrive,
For Winter’s frozen chill is gone.
As constant cycles move along,
With every breath we’re more alive!
Awakening with stirring life,
O may our minds renew as well!
Discarding limits, hatred, hell!
Though Heaven is no place on earth,
Within us from before our birth
Is Spirit’s resurrecting spell!
Come! Enter the realm of mystery,
Where Truth is revealed to those who seek,
Perhaps not with eyes, but through sensing and feel;
It’s the wisdom to know your important and real.
Where you’ll surely be given that for which you ask
Toward fulfilling your purpose and passing life’s tasks.
Take a look at the stone, in this place, in your mind,
And uncover the message your Spirit can find.
Do not worry or fret; it is written for you!
There’s no wrong way to hear it, whatever you do.
You might read it or sense it or feel in your heart
Gentle words of the Spirit in music or art.
It may come in the quiet, in dreams, or in sound.
But however, whenever, your message is found!
You will feel when you’ve got it, your life’s cornerstone.
It will help guide your path, knowing you’re not alone.
For the stone that you see here is only a sign
Of the worlds you can enter and brilliance you find
In your own heart and spirit, your mind, and your soul.
For within you are perfect! You’re wise, and you’re whole!
The secret in stone is a secret no more!
Your Truth is revealed; it is clear and so pure!
Now return to your journey of purpose and path;
You can seek any moment for answers–just ask!
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Written for KL Caley’s wonderful #Writephoto Prompt, The Secret in the Stone:
This hymn was written by Dorothy Ann Thrup in the 1800’s. The music was later composed by William B. Bradbury. “Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead us” is still a popular hymn in many Christian churches today.
I hope you enjoy this double strung harp arrangement! First, I play the hymn as I would on a “normal” harp, or lyre, having one row of strings. Then, I play with both hands in the same octave. They don’t interfere with each other, because each hand has an entirely separate, parallel row of strings all to itself. Fascinating, isn’t it?
“Look, Mom! No hands!”
I rode my bike with abandon.
And suddenly it became a horse,
My faithful steed,
Transporting me from the world where I lived
To the world where I wanted to live…
To a world without limits,
Free of judgments and pain—
A world of love
And possibility!
My trusty steed is gone,
A too small bike discarded.
But I still hold the magic
In my mind
And heart!
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