A solemn stillness hangs on the air
Calling me to come away a while
To where the music of my soul plays
without the drum of time
Free to wheel and dive
in joyous loops of harmony and song
Free from what is known
yet bound by what is longed for
The eternal song of the homeward flight
of a bird too long on the wing

(A quiet moment on the St Johns River at sunset always moves me.

I watch the birds all flying to their favourite roost for the night rest,

and sometimes I envy them. With King David I want to say:

“Oh, that I had wings like a dove! For then would I fly away and be at rest.")

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