Mystic fire grows in me; dancing, singing, let it be.
Mystic fire surrounds us all; winged mystery of all in all.
Watch and pray; live the mystery pregnant in this day.
anthony glenn miller
You were born with wings,
Why prefer to crawl through life?
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
Even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
Even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.