God is your captain, sail, my Ark! Though Hell unleash her furies red Upon the living and the dead, And turn the earth to molten lead, And sweep the skies of every mark, God is your captain, sail, my Ark! Love is your compass, ply, my ark! Go north and south, go east and west And share with all your treasure chest. The storm shall bear you on its crest A light for sailors in the dark. Love is your compass, ply, my Ark! Faith is your anchor, ride, my Ark! Should thunder roar, and lightning dart, And mountains shake and fall apart, And man become so faint of heart As to forget the holy spark, Faith is your anchor, ride, my ark! Naronda: The Master ceased and bent over the harp as bends a mother, love-entranced, over an infant at her breast. And though its strings no longer quivered, the harp continued to ring on ,’God is your captain, sail, my Ark!’ and though the Master’s lips were shut, his voice reverberated for a space thoughtout the aerie and floated out in waves unto the rugged peaks about; unto the hills and vales below; unto the restless sea in the distance; unto the vaulted blue overhead. There were star showers and rainbows in that voice. There were quakes and gales along with soughing winds and song-intoxicated nightingales. There were heaving seas empalled with soft, dew-laden mist. And it seemed as if the whole of creation were listening thereto in thankful gladness.
Posted on: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 14:21:17 +0000
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