Hints of Heaven
Have the elder races halted,
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and
power?
What gods can exceed these that clasp
me by the hand?
I believe you are latent with unseen
existences,
You who celebrate bygones.
I sing the songs of the glory of none,
not god, sooner
than I sing the songs of the glory of
you.
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Will you turn aside all your life?
A man is a summons and challenge.
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
And never be quiet again.
A man is a summons and challenge.
ReplyDeleteWe will sail pathless and wild seas,
And never be quiet again.
^I should have had that tattooed on my forehead when I gave birth to my first baby "man." Summons & challenge, indeed.
I might settle for painting that on my dining room wall in my new house. :)
I wish I could take credit for writing those lines instead of just arranging them! I do love that last verse. :)
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