WHERE IS MY FATHER's HOUSE
A soul is about to return home
but learns nothing while in the world
And knows not the way to the Father's house
He asked, :"where is my Father's house?"
But even the winds nearby can not feel him
For he knows nothing about the language of God
He went farther, and yelled
Where is my Father's house!
In vain, he yelled further
This time gripped with fear and anger
Where is my Father's house!
And came the angels of the prince of darkness
And snatched him away
For theirs is the language of fear and hatred
And the language of God
Is the House of Our Father
--- Meg Manlosa ---
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BIRDS OF PARADISE
THE GOLDEN PHOENIX
In Greek legend, the phoenix lived in Arabia near a cool well. Every morning as the Sun rose and dawn broke, it would immerse itself in the cool clear water of the well and sing such a delightful and sweet song that the Sun God would stop to listen to the beautiful sound.
Every 500 years, as death approached, it would construct a nest of sweet smelling wood that it then set upon fire, the flames consuming the bird. From the ashes a new Phoenix arose which would wrap up the ashes in a parcel of myrrh. Flying to Heliopolis, "The City of the Sun", also called "On", it would deposit the ashes on the altar of Ra, the Sun God.
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