Dual Duty

Folder: 
Idyll

   

Swirling vortex in which I sit

   fossil ideas no longer fit

The Celestial Source reigns devoir on me 

   thus in service I am called to be

Child of Heaven, blest by essence to fly

   too babe of Earth, born in humble sigh

Head in the clouds 

   with feet planted firm

A soul unbound

   a body short-term

   

View shewhodwellsinthecave's Full Portfolio