When the Soul Is Lit

As the clock ticks to each second that is passing, as the snowflakes blow in front of us by the thousands, and as the motion on the planet never stops moving, there is something we can hear not with our ears but with our soul. It is the silent, yet never silent hum of what we are coming to know as the new humanity. This highly vibrating hum is very faint, but it is there; it calls to all souls wh...