The Drift Beyond

'Tis sweet
the drift beyond
the beat of wings
when the whistling wind
will sing of harmony
and the ease of a glide
just gently sets us free

and air
that very touchable divinity
breathes itself into a being
freeing something deep inside
to fly on invisible tides
whose majesty is undeniable

while a swift, elusive murmur
of spirits whistles past the ear
and the hand of god draws near
to grasp the feel
of form in flight

and we rest upon
his outstretched palm
that never clasps
but only seeks to know
the flight and flow
of every seed of his creation


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