Hello dear Ones,

A late call for today’s communion and a poem that was given to us (spiritual folks) a short time ago. It follows in the footsteps of Martin Luther King’s words that I shared last week.

See you soon!

Love & much Light

“Ask yourself this: What has to happen in the world for your trances to break? Or perhaps I should say, for you to break out of your trances? When will humanity have had enough of the insanity?

As Micah, the prophet of old, asks, “What doth the Lord require of thee but to do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with your God?”

I might add, “walk humbly with all your brothers and sisters.”

I will close with a poem from yet another wise being. His name is Christopher Fry, and he is an English poet, Quaker by faith. The poem is very short. It’s entitled A Sleep of Prisoners.”

Dark and cold we may be, but this

Is no winter now. The frozen misery

Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move.

The thunder is the thunder of the floes,

The thaw, the flood, and the upstart spring.

Thank God our time is now when wrong

Comes up to face us everywhere,

Never to leave us till we take

The longest stride of soul men and women ever took.

Affairs are now soul size.

The enterprise is exploration into God.

Where are you making for? It takes

So many thousand years to awake . . .

But will you wake, for pity’s sake?

A Sleep of Prisoners is a 1951 verse play by Christopher Fry. It concerns four English prisoners of war locked up in a church overnight, and the Old Testament style dreams they have springing from an argument between them.

Topic: A poem from Christopher Fry

Time: Aug 10 @ 03:30 PM Eastern Time (US and Canada)

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