Poem January 28, 1961 ISSUE

WINGS

Nancy L. Holder

Have you not felt it—The lilt and the lift of it?Oh, spread the swiftBuoyant wings!

As the lark sings in soaring,Wings its way skywardAs a voice moon-echoed,Spans the universeSo the impulse of gratitudeWings the thought upward,A heart echoing Soul's harmonyGains the heaven of His peace.

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