Poem June 11, 2021

From fluttering to flight

Tori Dell

Feeble flutterings—
a good show . . .
My efforts may look impressive
but—it’s a no-go.
There is no life in matter needing to be healed.
No truth in matter to be revealed.
No intelligence in matter to inform.
No substance in matter to be deformed.
As we soar to spiritual heights in prayer,
matter disappears.
God expresses in me the infinite idea,
forever unrestrained, unfettered, untouched, aloft!

Tori Dell

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