We, the Mystics, proudly arise In this Age of Aquarius as is our time, We are who we are; we don’t apologize For moving beyond and living our lives We, the Mystics, Will make you uncomfortable, For we do not conform to standard doctrine or theology, We do not fit within prescribed boxes that history and tradition have made, But we believe only that which we have heard from the very lips of God And we build our worlds upon Him, upon Our Love, upon who We are Instead of everything we’ve ever known We have journeyed with you, among you, beside you, And we will continue to do so, But we will also go on, launching out in our coracles from the ship that brought us almost all the way, As we reach the edge of the world in this theology that can go no further, Still, we paddle on in our tiny little vessels, For we will not ever cease to seek the greater things, the revelations, the face of Yahweh, We shall learn to see Him in all things, In ever-deepen...

The trees are dragons made of leaves and dancing lights That flicker behind them from streetlamps that come on as the sun sets, They stare at me through my window, But I do not fear them as they smile and snort and wink, I enjoy seeing the faces, Blinking at me in the twilight through the windows of my home, Their soft beauty and the calm tranquility Meshing together in the gloaming, And I love this time of night, The peace of the darkness reminds me That there is no reason to despise the times When the light is faint And the darkness prevails, That I can see such beauty and humor in the darkness, Just as I can see it in the cute little dragon made of leaves That winks at me through my window.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered I could worship Yahweh as well with secular music in the background as worship music, That He is the same God on Thursday as He is on Sunday morning, That I could feel Him all around me in my living room as much as in a church sanctuary, That I could find caring, Yahweh-hearted people in my workplace as much as in a gathering of believers, That I could see Him in a little boy who is decidedly not Christian as in the most pious of pastors, That I could know Him in Hell as well as in Heaven, Imagine my surprise when I saw Yahweh in the darkness as much as in the light, When I found Him after having to enter into places they all told me He would never go, When I knew Him as deeply and purely and personally in the valley as much as on the top of a mountain, When I learned that I could show His Love to others as much through joking around with them and cussing as I can by praying for them and receiving their prayers, Imag...