Ruler of the Nations

constant, silent lover

faithful sempiternity

vapor-soft whisperer of joy

lusting for the longing Spirit

fanning the still ember of flame

into hot-heat from the cold heath

the coals ache for your blowing

push fire toward the whispering wind

that the vim held in their veins

flair with the glow of your presence

branding love in the hearts of all

lighting bonfires in the universe allied 

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

  -Life is both a festival and a nightmare of mutuality and reciprocity.

  -Imagine someone knowing you better than you know yourself and finding you lovable!  We barely know the truth about ourselves.  If we did, we would behave differently.

  -Have I the depth of imagination to see something splendid struggling in the life of every human being, even the most wicked?

  -Light comes when you look into the eye of another human being and know that he or she is your brother or sister.