If you could hie to Kolob

Much I could get into, on Kolob. Modern pop trivia, historical/religious theory, but what I find important is the ideal that there is an ancient eternal place beckoning me home. For those who trully know me, they will realize that my wanderings are because I have no home. My heart is without roots and therefore I drift upon the currents and the winds. This home I seek is summed up in song.

1. If you could hie to Kolob In the twinkling of an eye,
And then continue onward With that same speed to fly,
Do you think that you could ever, Through all eternity,
Find out the generation Where Gods began to be?

2. Or see the grand beginning, Where space did not extend?
Or view the last creation, Where Gods and matter end?
Me thinks the Spirit whispers, “No man has found ‘pure space,’
Nor seen the outside curtains, Where nothing has a place.”

3. The works of God continue, And worlds and lives abound;
Improvement and progression Have one eternal round.
There is no end to matter; There is no end to space;
There is no end to spirit; There is no end to race.

4. There is no end to virtue; There is no end to might;
There is no end to wisdom; There is no end to light.
There is no end to union; There is no end to youth;
There is no end to priesthood; There is no end to truth.

5. There is no end to glory; There is no end to love;
There is no end to being; There is no death above.
There is no end to glory; There is no end to love;
There is no end to being; There is no death above.

Life's Golden Moments

The time are grizly or rather this is the world presented to us. Rumors of war, and mumblings of conspiracy bombard our senses. What little wander, the apathy of our republic. Doom is upon us, and skies darken as the last hope is crushed from our breast. This is a crock of shit! The sun still shines, people still care, and the future will brighten. Downtown, at Coolidge Park, the community gathers to play an impromptu game. The children delight at the sport of fathers fumbling for a ball on the lush green lawn. Mothers hold down the fort setting out afternoon treats. Strangers all with but a golden moment common.

With propaganda, and warmongering, it is easy to get down on the human condition. Nothing more than ants crawling the globe, we have but to remember; we are human. This is both our curse and our blessing. Go out and see the sun for what it is. See hope when despair threatens all. See the delight in a child's eyes, and love of their parents. For good and for bad, we are here.

Have you ever...?

Taken a stroll through an enchanted forest? Have you ever taken a walk through a fairy land of love?