A mind I'd like to meet is Henry Vaughan, dreamer as much as poet as much as searcher of the many mysteries. Too bad he's long gone before us, poet of the 17th Century. I'm no expert on literature, but there's "The Night", a classic. And "The Star", two chilling paragraphs below:
Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below,
Attracts thee thus and makes thee stream and flow,
And wind and curl, and wink and smile,
Shifting thy gate and guile.
Next, there's in it a restless, pure desire,
And longing for thy bright and vital fire,
Desire that never will be quenched,
Nor can be writhed, nor wrenched.
A needed reminder…
Ya, i think he is one of the greatest christian poet. here’s once for you, its call peace.
My Soul, there is a country
Afar beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skillful in the wars;
There, above noise and danger
Sweet Peace sits, crown’d with smiles,
And One born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.
He is thy gracious friend
And (O my Soul awake!)
Did in pure love descend,
To die here for thy sake.
If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flow’r of peace,
The rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress, and thy ease.
Leave then thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure,
But One, who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure.
Guardian Angel, you’re very sweet. thanks lots, appreciate it!