T H E B I R D
The sky was cloudless
It appeared to me,
Nought else but the bird
Could I see.
It glided forth
In the still blue sky,
Twisting turning to
Beyond my eye.
Was it a gull?
I'm still not sure,
Spanned wings began to soar -
A loan dancer
In the lonely sky.
And when from vision I thought it gone,
It appeared again as a lingering song,
Keen as an arrow it pierced the sky
Dived and soared, then glided by.
No dance I have seen has equalled it,
No music instilled such peaceful bliss;
I pondered the wonder of the lonely sky
And felt God's hand closely by.
Heaven and earth so closely knit
That only a veil the distance split;
I could not see the yonder sight
And so it is with death and life.
A veil so flimsy, yet I could not see,
Full flight of the bird, a mystery.
© Helen Catherine Cramer