(26 Jan 2012 -- So many decisions, choices, and options -- challenge every waking moment. Each has a consequence that only Time will Tell. Where would I BE, if another choice were made at any juncture? Would this moment even BE for me, if another choice were elected? What color my Path? What reality my consequence? dht)
Where ever will the Winds of Time may blow.
One's Path is uncertain and without governance.
Our reality a Dream of delights, and disordered nightmares.
Each step along the Path proffers a moment of decision.
Each juncture -- cause for pause and reflection.
Where both obstacles and bridges are to be crossed.
Our Faith the nave source whence strength radiates.
Where mirth and consequence converge.
Where frankincense and myrrh embalm the Spirit.
Each moment is a step in the road toward our Journey's End.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]
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"What's past and what's to come is strewed with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion;
But in this extant moment, faith and truth,
Strained purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome! "
And formless ruin of oblivion;
But in this extant moment, faith and truth,
Strained purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome! "
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Agamemnon, in Troilus and Cressida, act 4, sc. 5, l. 166-71. Greeting Hector]
And entering the house, they found the child with Mary his mother, and falling down they worshipped him. And opening their treasures they offered him gifts of gold, and frankincense, and myrrh" (The Holy Bible, The Catholic Press, Chicago, Illinois, 1958 – The New Testament, Matthew 2:11).
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