Lighter than life. Greater than schools and wonders of earth. Masked behind squalls. Elusive to grasp and never of thought. Mightier than rock. Faultless of pain and terror or rot. Locked behind walls. Guided for truth, precisely of soul. Brighter than stars. Stronger than Ulysses, Vili or Ve. Starved behind thralls. Made to create, love and vivify. Swifter than wind. Clearer than glass; spiteless and pure. Sundered by all: Listless, weak and fall, We grapple through the finite bend, Looking, searching, for the call; When one might break, Forever through the wall, Heavenly host, as if, Meets us within the Hall. It always is Free as air, Sweet of taste, And rich of nose. Be what it is And lie no more, For what has come Will cry no more. Feathered hearts, As much can be, Will fasten glee Before the darts. So may we see, Take true and believe, The feathered hearts to be: Fresher than rain. Deeper than spirit and boundless in joy. Grieved behind shawls. Forever present, genuine and All.
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Feathered Hearts
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Lighter than life. Greater than schools and wonders of earth. Masked behind squalls. Elusive to grasp and never of thought. Mightier than rock. Faultless of pain and terror or rot. Locked behind walls. Guided for truth, precisely of soul. Brighter than stars. Stronger than Ulysses, Vili or Ve. Starved behind thralls. Made to create, love and vivify. Swifter than wind. Clearer than glass; spiteless and pure. Sundered by all: Listless, weak and fall, We grapple through the finite bend, Looking, searching, for the call; When one might break, Forever through the wall, Heavenly host, as if, Meets us within the Hall. It always is Free as air, Sweet of taste, And rich of nose. Be what it is And lie no more, For what has come Will cry no more. Feathered hearts, As much can be, Will fasten glee Before the darts. So may we see, Take true and believe, The feathered hearts to be: Fresher than rain. Deeper than spirit and boundless in joy. Grieved behind shawls. Forever present, genuine and All.