My feet are shackled to this sorry sod,
While the spirit soars in space,
Its freedom graced by love from God
Whose fullness overflows my face....
I would that words could somehow find
An expression worthy enough to keep
Forever engraved in heart and mind,
Lest passionate memories sleep!
Light morning breezes on the warming sun
Lift all that flies to soar on high,
Toward heights whose ends have just begun
To engulf the mind and delight the eye....
Eureka! To sweep above all else I know
And see from love's fresh point of view
Those urgent things left far below,
For here my thoughts want only, you.
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