The Wings That Fly Us Home

There are many ways of being

In this circle we call life

A wise man seeks an answer

Burns his candle through the night

Is a jewel just a pebble

That found a way to shine

Is a hero's blood more righteous

Than a hobo's sip of wine

Did I speak to you one morning

On some distant world away?

Did you save me from an arrow?

Did you lay me in a 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 a meadow

I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind

I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower

I awoke with this: a flower in my hand

I know that love is seeing

All the infinite in one

In the brotherhood of creatures;

Theough the Father, through 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

And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens

It fills the endless yearning of the soul

It lives within a star too far to dream of

It lives within each part and is the whole

It's the fire and the wings that fly us home