John Addington Symonds 1840-1893 ~ Timmy Thomas 1944- ...Why Can't We Live Together

These things shall be! A loftier race than e'er the World has known shall
Rise with flame of freedom in their souls and light of knowledge in their eyes.

Jacob Boehme 1575-1624 ~ John Newton 1725–1807 ...Amazing Grace ~ Sufjan Stevens 1975-

There is one Heart, one Being, one Will, one God, all in all.

Edwin Hubbell Chapin 1814-1880 ~ Johnny Marks 1909-1985 & Marvin Brody ?-? ...Run, Run Rudolph ~ Grateful Dead

Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

Irving Berlin 1888-1989 ...White Christmas ~ Bob Marley & The Wailers

Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute.
Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.

Rachel Carson 1907-1964 ~ Robert Croo & Unknown 1500's ...Coventry Carol ~ Nox Arcana

If I had influence with the good fairy -
Who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children,
I should ask that her gift to each child be a sense of wonder
So indestructible that it would last throughout life,
An unfailing antidote against boredom and disenchantment of later years,
The sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial,
The alienation from the sources of our strength.

Katherine Mansfield 1888-1922 ~ Lightnin' Hopkins 1912-1982 ...Santa

Last night for the first time since you were dead
I walked with you, my brother, in a dream.
We were at home again beside the stream
Fringed with tall berry bushes, white and red.
"Don't touch them: they are poisonous," I said.
But your hand hovered, and I saw a beam
Of strange, bright laughter flying round your head
And as you stooped I saw the berries gleam.
"Don't you remember? We called them Dead Man's Bread!"
I woke and heard the wind moan and the roar
Of the dark water tumbling on the shore.
Where--where is the path of my dream for my eager feet?
By the remembered stream my brother stands
Waiting for me with berries in his hands...
"These are my body. Sister, take and eat."

C.S. Lewis 1898-1963 ~ Marvin Gaye 1939-1994 ...Purple Snowflakes

Miracles are a retelling in small letters
Of the very same story which is written across the whole world
In letters too large for some of us to see.

Julian Of Norwich 1342-1416 ~ Adolphe Adam 1803-1856 & Placide Cappeau 1808-1877 ...O Holy Night ~ Nat King Cole 1919-1965

Good Lord, I see you, Who are Truth itself.

Mark 4:31 ~ Unknown ...God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen ~ Loreena McKennitt 1957-

It is like a mustard seed that, when it is sown into the ground,
Is the smallest of all the seeds on the earth.

William Butler Yeats 1866-1939 ~ Latin Unknown... 8th-15th Century ~ Veni, Veni, Emmanuel ~ Winter Harp

Beloved gaze within thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.

Rumi 1207-1273 ~ Laura Nyro 1947-1997 ...Eli's Coming ~ Three Dog Night

Love is a fire and I am wood.

John 1:23 ~ Unknown Spiritual Songwriter ~ John Saw That Number ~ Neko Case 1970-

I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness...

William Blake 1757-1827 ~ Leon Russell 1942- & Don Preston 1942- ...Stranger In A Strange Land

Every night and every morn some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie when we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night, when the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light to those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display to those who dwell in realms of day.

Thomas Merton 1915-1968 ~ Willy Mason 1984- ...Oxygen

Every moment and every event of every man's life plants something in his soul.
For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds,
So each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality
That come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men.
Most of these unnumbered seeds perish and are lost,
Because men are not prepared to receive them.
For such seeds cannot spring up anywhere,
Except in the good soil of freedom, spontaneity and love.