ETERNAL WINGS OF THE DIVINE

There are certain times when we are clarified, moments when we’re lifted up or expanded, to reach the eternal wings of the divine. Their span is a soft thing, a gentle purple, broader and more tender than the help of any church or body on earth which ministers to our needs. If someone has died we might find them there. If all my thoughts and feelings, my impulses of will, spread out from there and sprang from its light, I’d walk without death in the world, and live with the light touch of those who’d been before me.

 

And in fact the grandeur of temples and churches, the words of priests, can remain a concealment to the vision which is searching in the vaulted roofs, the high phrases, for brightness. But the moment comes when the substance of earth is transformed, when old ways and customs are delivered to light. There I will find you, a soul in glory, where truth and wonder start out from their home.

 

Light Touch

I was lifted to the eternal wings

and saw the gentle purple of their span,

broader than the church, softer than its help,

keeping in their care the one who had died.

And if all my thinking spread out from there,

if my feeling and will sprang from its light,

I’d walk without death in this world of shape,

and live with the light touch of those who’ve been.

 

Home

All the grandeur of temples and churches,

the tumbling words of young priests and old,

will remain a concealment to vision

searching in the vaulted roofs for brightness.

But the moment comes of substance transformed,

old ways and customs delivered to light –

there I will find you, a soul in glory,

where truth and wonder start out from their home.

 

Best wishes, today,

Landar

 

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