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Berwick Masonic Hall,
106 High Street,
Berwick, Victoria
, 3806.

 

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Services: Every second Sunday 2:30pm (see Schedule), with Healing and Absent Healing during Service.
President: Rev. Dorothy McLean. Phone (03) 9702 1662. Namings, weddings and funerals by appointment.

Lectures & Writings -----------------------------------[Go back to list of other lectures & writings]

Submitted: 10/6/2006
Author: Trudi Boden

"A pot of gold," the little people say, "is at the end of every rainbow."
It was a beautiful summer's day, with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily across a sky the colour of azure. Everything was going about its business at a leisurely pace, at peace with itself. Suddenly, black clouds came into sight, bringing summer rainstorms. After about an hour, the thunder clouds slowly disappeared from the horizon, leaving a beautiful rainbow in the sky. The earth was refreshed and rejuvinated. For one second of time, we felt in tune with the wonders of the Universe, sharing in the splendour of life. If only we could capture these fleeting moments of "at-one-ness" with the life forces, everything on earth would be in harmony, and blessed with pure love. So it is true when the little people talk about that Pot of Gold, because wealth comes in many disguises. Wealth of the Spirit is worth more than all the gold on earth, as without Spiritual Wealth, we are worthless, even with the riches on earth. So I ask the little people to keep giving us the Wisdom of the Universe, so that in the not too distant future, we may join in harmony for all time.


Submitted: 10/6/2006
Author: Trudi Boden

JUST SITTING.
And while I sit so quietly here,
My Spirit friends around me,
I sit and listen to my voice,
The Angels' voice, my prayer.
The Angel voices that I hear
Upon the air so sweetly,
Remind me of the times that I
Sang sweetly to my dear.
And now it's noon, my life's nearly o'er,
Except for winter's song.
But in the winter's evening song
I know my love is near.


 

 

 

 

 

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