What’s cooking in the cauldron?
Things have been gently cooking this week in the cauldron ,
the sun has shone and all has seemed right with the world ,
All the gentle promise of spring has been so evident ……….
from the office window I have watched the robins make their new home in a house on the Oak tree busily coming backwards and forwards to line it with moss for the arrival of their family ,
the Blackbirds have sung and thrown compost out of the bulb pots ……
not sure why and the first of the new lambs can be heard bleating in the field opposite
Snowdrops and Daffodils are starting to flower in full and my trusty little twisted willow is starting to bud in her pot and as I watched and thanked the God and Goddess for all this beauty it reminded me of a poem I heard years ago in a Spiritualist church ….
Windows of Gold ….. this beautiful poem reminds us that sometimes we already have what we think we are looking for …..how blessed we are so please enjoy the poem and take time to reflect on what you want and what you have …and be grateful for where you are .
The Windows of Gold
There is a legend that has often been told
Of the boy who searched for the Windows of Gold.
The beautiful windows he saw far away
When he looked in the valley at sunrise each day.
And he yearned to go down to the valley below
But lived on a mountain covered with snow,
And he knew it would be a difficult trek,
But that was a journey he wanted to make.
So he planned by day and he dreamed by night
Of how he could reach The Great Shining Light.
And one golden morning when dawn broke through
And the valley sparkled with diamond of dew
He started to climb down the mountainside
With the Windows of Gold as his goal and his guide.
He travelled all day and, weary and worn,
With bleeding feet and clothes that were torn.
He entered the peaceful valley town
Just as the Golden Sun went down.
But he seemed to have lost his “Guiding Light,”
The windows were dark that had once been bright.
And hungry and tired and lonely and cold
He cried, “Won’t You Show Me The Windows of Gold?”
And a kind hand touched him and said, “Behold!
High On The Mountain Are The Windows of Gold.”
For the sun going down in a great golden ball
Had burnished the windows of his cabin so small,
And the Kingdom of God with its Great Shining light,
Like the Golden Windows that shone so bright.
Is not a far distant place, somewhere,
It’s as close to you as a silent prayer,
And your search for God will end and begin
When you look for Him and find Him within.
Author: Helen Steiner