The wings that fly us home

There are many ways of being in the
circle
we call life. A wise man seeks an
answer,
burns his candle through the night. Is a
jewel just a pebble that has found a
way to
shine? Is a hero's blood more righteous
than a hobo sipping wine?

Did I speak to you one morning of some
distant world away? Did you save me
from
the narrow, did you lay me in the grave?
Were we brothers on a journey; did you
teach me how to run? Were we broken
by the
waters; did I lie you in the sun?

I dreamed you were a prophet in the
meadow.
I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind. I
dreamed you knelt and touched me with
a
flower; I awoke with this flower in my hair

I know that love is seeing all the infinite
in one; in the brotherhood of creatures,
to
the Father, to the Son. The vision of your
goodness will sustain me through the
cold.
take my hand now to remember when
you find
yourself alone.

You're never alone when the Spirit fills
the darkness of the heavens. It fills the
endless yearning of the soul. It lives
within a star to far to dream of; it lives
within each part and is the whole. It's the
fire and the wings that fly us home. Fly
us
home, fly us home.