I wanted to write something which was more mystical than literal, and looked at the theme of ascending, and what it means existentially. This is a rondelle on that theme.
Ascension Day
Like an eagle upwards, ever fly
I’m rising with a beat of wings
My spirit soars, and soul sings
Stars are fading in a dawn sky
Dawn chorus, a birdsong cry
I awake, and my soul sings
Like an eagle upwards, ever fly
I’m rising with a beat of wings
Fog creeps in, covers my eye
In mournful note, a bell rings
But I hear water, living springs
Joy ascends, with winged cry
Like an eagle upwards, ever fly
I’m rising with a beat of wings
Like an eagle upwards, ever fly
I’m rising with a beat of wings
My spirit soars, and soul sings
Stars are fading in a dawn sky
Dawn chorus, a birdsong cry
I awake, and my soul sings
Like an eagle upwards, ever fly
I’m rising with a beat of wings
Fog creeps in, covers my eye
In mournful note, a bell rings
But I hear water, living springs
Joy ascends, with winged cry
Like an eagle upwards, ever fly
I’m rising with a beat of wings
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