There is no need to reach high for the stars.
They are already within you
— just reach deep into yourself!
Sweet song about growing and shining
by Paul Simon.
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD
VOur birth is but a sleep
and a forgetting:The Soul that rises with us,
our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:And not in utter nakedness,Not in entire forgetfulness,From God, who is our home:But trailing clouds of glory do we come
needs your light.