When lightness finds the sounding source
and eagles fill the skies,
souls are freed and songs are sung
to wakened hearts and eyes.
Beams of light that shine the way
fold us in their care.
Spirit voices fill the void
and guide us everywhere.
Softly folded in our wings,
tucked in gentle nests,
wonderment where doubts have been
while all within us rests.
Margery Layton
1996
