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.

Psalm 139:9-12