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My People

The night is beautiful,

So the faces of my people.

The stars are beautiful,

So the eyes of my people.

Beautiful, also, is the sun.

Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.

by Langston Hughes


Discover Your Passion and Purpose

   Imagine that your feelings are a child within. If you ignore this child - by ignoring your feelings - this child feels abandoned. Our refusal to feel and take responsibility for our own pain is an inner abandonment and results in anxiety, depression, or inner emptiness.

  Welcome to Faith Radio Online-Simply to Relax, I’m Faith. Learning to manage the pain of loneliness is essential to discovering your passion and purpose. There is no way of managing loneliness without a deep and personal connection to a spiritual source of love and wisdom. We cannot manage loneliness from our mind alone.

  It is our child within: our feeling self that has the blueprint for what has meaning for us, for our passion and purpose. Each of us comes to this planet with a deep purpose to express, and when we don't express this purpose, we end up feeling empty and depressed. Yet we cannot discover this purpose when we keep a lid on our feelings.

  You will find deep meaning in your life when you decide to open to and learn from your feelings of loneliness rather than continue to shut them down. And you will open to these feelings only when you do not feel alone inside due to experiencing the love and wisdom of your spiritual Guidance. Opening to divine Love and opening to your feelings will bring you the fullness, joy, passion and purpose that are the yearnings of your soul.

  You’re listening to Faith Radio Online-Simply to Relax, I’m Faith. I hope you discover your passion and purpose, then enjoy your life.



A Psalm of Life

    Life is but an empty dream!

  For the soul is dead that slumbers,

  And things are not what they seem.

  Life is real! Life is earnest!

  And the grave is not its goal;

  Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

  Was not spoken of the soul.

  Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

  Is our destined end or way?

  But to act, that each tomorrow

  Finds us farther than today.

  Art is long, and time is fleeting,

  And our hearts, though stout and brave,

  Still, like muffled drums, are beating

  Funeral marches to the grave.

  In the world’s broad field of battle,

  In the bivouac of life,

  Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

  Be a hero in the strife!

  Trust no future, however pleasant!

  Let the dead past bury its dead!

  Act-act in the living present!

  Heart within, and god overhead!