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My Soul Soars
My soul soars with wings of white.
When the sun shines, they glow bright;
when the rain comes, they take flight.
They fly the skies by day and night,
supported by the wind that is Love,
soaring through clouds of Wisdom above,
and diving 'fore these wings the Sun does take
so as not to make Icarus' mistake.
They dive swiftly to the ground
when hot lightning makes its sound.
At night, they fold as if they weep
or pray to God in long, peaceful sleep.
And then, the day on which I die,
they'll take my soul to ground or sky.
