Here soar
Here soar, Not with wings, But with your moving hands and feet And sweating brows- Standing by your Beloved's side Reaching out to comfort this world With your cup of solace Drawn from your vast reservoir of Truth. Here soar Not with your eyes and senses That turn their backs On the earth's sweet stumbling dance Which needs you. Here love, O here love, With your mouth tender and open upon your lover, And with your heart on duty To the souls of rivers, children, forest animals, All the shy... Sign in to see full entry.