- nivjoy108
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Thus, gradually, the bird entered the third stage of the journey, which is called The Quest.
We, now, like that little bird, have come to realize that buffeting winds are life’s way of giving us strength and courage, that even fear, like shadows on a statue, gives light and substance to hope.
From the depths of unknowing, Lord, we cry out to Thee:
Is there no lasting purpose to our lives?
Behold, all that we thought was light was but darkness!
Who are we, in reality?
For what end were we made?
Ever and again, through Your awakened sons, the answer comes:
The forming of stars and moons and planets,
Of galaxies revolving on the tides of space,
Of drifting continents, upheaving mountains,
Snowy wastes and dark, silent ocean deeps
Had but this for its design: The birth of life, and, with life’s birth, the dawn of self-awareness:
passage through dim corridors of waking consciousness to emerge at last into infinite light-into perfect joy!
