Trailing Clouds of Glory

Our 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:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of GLORY do we come

From GOD, who is our home.

Intimations of Immortality

-William Wordsworth

I had never read those words before but I believe them. I was introduced to them in my McKay Today Magazine - spring 2010. I believe we are all children of God and apparently William Wordsworth did too.