a bird sat singing on a tree one day, singing songs of phantoms,of love, of angels.......when from the blue sky came to him an angel ....an angel who loved him , an angel that cared for him , an angel~a lover. "i love you" --said this sacred being "and will always be with you" . but the bird flew away ..saying "i am scared to love ...it's power is too great ..i can't face it ...it's too much for me...please ...i am sorry...i am sorry...........sorrry
flow slow , flow softly flow,
onward and onward flow,
flow through valleys high and low,
flow slow ,flow softly flow.
from mountains where the pure winds blow,
onward and onward flow,
to lands unknown down below,
flow slow ,flow softly flow.
certainly there is no happiness within this circle of flesh, nor is it in the optics of these eyes to behold felicity. the first day of our jubilee is death