FESTIVALS IN THE
ALL of the Festival times — have both inner
and outer approaches.
Lands of the North can rejoice, — for
their seasons, their in-breath and
Are to be seen in accordance -— with
nature’s own growing and wilting.
Lands of the South can develop—a sense
for the life before birth--time.
Bountiful kingdoms of nature—are here as
new life in the earth-womb.
Knowing Saint John’s Revelations ,
rejoice in Jerusalem’s promise.
Carry the inner cognition — in the
spirit of human forbearance.
Winter’s soul-colour is garnished — with
pink cheeks outside in the snowfields.
Human incarnadine graces — the
soul-life’s expression in portraits.
Summer’s bright dreaming required—that
the inner eye waken to see it.
Here, where we waken in mid-year—true
dreaming shall open in artwork.
Phantasy leads us to wisdom—the wisdom
and truth in the Christ-light.
Making truth visible offers—us
challenge, reflecting Saint John’s Tide.
Spiritual Fire consumes—as our earthly
deeds offer atonement,
Though now the physical warmth—at the
hearth-side is part of our comfort!
Glowing warm coals are a
picture;—consuming flames blossom bright
Cleansing the black of the carbon, — the
browns of the burning dry timber.
Fusion explodes with a crackle — thus
leaving the purified ashes.
Starry worlds’ crystalline
might—constellations that bear cosmic
Guide us now into the night—as we
grapple with life’s tribulations.
Seek for the seed that’s devine;—the
treasure of Ego-hood opens,
What can be offered as service—shall meet and
fulfil what is needed!
Justice, a question of morals,—and social-life
learned from the colours.
Help to resolve our dilemmas,—if only we
bridge the abysses.
No one can ‘go it alone’ — the
Hierarchies constantly help us.
Dissonance finds its accord—as we learn
how to broaden our viewpoints.
So that communities’ rainbow—brings
promise of thinking together.
Archangels wait just beside us,—as Uriel’s
spirit of conscience
Penetrates through our mistakes— that is — if
we can only admit them,
Warming in soul at the Rose-fire—of deeds that
are grounded in thought-life,
Letting the Lord of All Karma—now show us our