Poem January 15, 1979 Issue

Aspiration

Irene J. Sneddon

From darkest waters
I watched swans fly—
An arrow-shaft of light
To separate the cloud.

So Love impels each true desire.

As rising thought rejoices
In radiant flight,
Illusive sense, ephemeral,
Is shed—
Till the heart's purpose,
Truth-revealed,
Knows the clear shining
Of a resurrection day.

Irene J. Sneddon

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