The Wandering Soul

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. ~Psalm 19:1-3

God is the I AM. He is existence. No matter how far man tries to stray from his reach, we cannot help but retain at least a part of Him in our knowledge. His voice is heard throughout all existence, evidenced by the tendency of man to search for that Higher Element that is needed for fulfillment.


From "Boulevard of Broken Dreams", Green Day
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone


Hallelujah! for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of His Christ: and He shall reign for ever and ever. KING OF KINGS, LORD OF LORDS. Hallelujah!
Handel's Messiah, written in only 3 weeks, was so moving that King stood up upon hearing the famed "Hallelujah" chorus. As we listened to the chorus in class today, not a single student was restless, as can be the case with other pieces students yawn and sleep through. Every face stared straight ahead. There was an alert rigidity. I, being a Christian, felt my heart leap for joy at the proposition of the "kingdoms of this world" becoming "the kingdoms of our Lord, and of His Christ." (Revelation 19:11) However, I was not the only one aroused in spirit. A girl raised her hand to say that the piece was uplifting and took her mind off her troubles. The fact is, in that room, for Christians and Non, something leapt inside the hearts of everyone at the pulsation of the melody, and the proposition that there is a King ruling over the affairs of men.


Often the lone-dweller waits for favor, mercy of the Measurer, though he unhappy across the seaways long time must stir with his hands the rime-cold sea, tread exile-tracks. ~"The Wanderer"


St. Augustine, the man whose Confessions were as much declaration of praise as admittance of sin. The summary of our existence to Augustine was this: "You stir man to take pleasure in you, because you have made us for yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in you."

"But you were more inward than my most inward part and higher than the highest element within me."