silver cord we are drawn from our sleep to move through God's creation, a dreaming viewer of the eternal mystery. our spirits fly in disregard of aerodynamics, travelling like an idea through realms of eternal thought. yet on these intuitive journeys that skim the face of time, we see through the filter of our daily reality.

remember your creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come ... remember him, before the silver cord is severed, or the golden bowl is broken; before the pitcher is shattered at the spring, or the wheel broken at the well, and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to god who gave it. ecclesiates 12 niv.**

1journey.net    feb 1992 elias