The wings of heaven

By valiswaverider

Thu, 11 Sep 2014
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They whisper to him of their lives

Diving into the deep blue of African rivers

Souring over mountains peaks

They whisper to him of

Wings riding to golden Highs

Ice flows and forests

Of deserts and oceans

Of flash floods and lakes serene
 As he feeds them from his open palm

Trapped on terra ferma

All motion a labour for old bones

He knows all their names he has given them

and the names they give themselves

 

As he feeds them with grains

The seeds of their journeys

They feed him with richness of knowing

With glimpses of beauty

With echo’s of sounds a far

Then the risk of setting them free on the wing

Is fulfilled by their choice to return with their fullness

And bring him these clues to the questions beyond
 
He sees the world through their eyes

their adventures keep him alive
in another life he would see the world with them
 

Certificate U
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by valiswaverider on

Co written with Michael Dadson

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

I like the reminder that the birds we see may have been anywhere in the world.  Lovely.

Submitted by valiswaverider on

Thanks Philip, my grandfather was a bird watcher and knew a lot about the natural world.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

"Diving into the deep blue of African rivers Souring over mountains peaks"

How beautiful! All the best! Tom