My Children

My children, know you not that the Earth

And all that dwells therein

Is but a reflection of the

Kingdom of the Heavenly Father?

And as you are suckled and comforted

By your mother when a child,

But you go to join your father in the fields

When you grow up,

So do the Angels of the Earthly Mother

Guide your steps

Toward him who is your Father,

And all his holy Angels,

That you may know your true home

And become true Sons of God.

While we are children,

We will see the rays of the sun,

But not the Power which created it;

While we are children,

We will hear the sounds of the flowing brook,

But not the Love which created it;

While we are children,

We will see the stars,

But not the hand which scatters them

Through the sky,

As the farmer scatters the seed.

Only through the Communions

With the Angels of the Heavenly Father,

Will we learn to see the unseen,

To hear that which cannot be heard,

And to speak the unspoken word.

All Things Exist By Thee

Thou hast made known unto me

Thy deep, mysterious things.

All things exist by Thee

and there is none beside Thee.

By Thy Law

Thou hast directed my heart

that I set my steps straight forward

upon right paths

and walk where Thy presence is.