Poem January 28, 1961 Issue

WINGS

Nancy L. Holder

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

As the lark sings in soaring,
Wings its way skyward
As a voice moon-echoed,
Spans the universe
So the impulse of gratitude
Wings the thought upward,
A heart echoing Soul's harmony
Gains the heaven of His peace.

Nancy L. Holder

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