how glorious to be an eagle soaring through the sky
much higher than the clouds! before the sun to dusk succombs
inscribing secret messages with pinions as we fly.
how different from the wren and pidgeons scrambling for crumbs.

how intimate with heaven are we messengers of god
that dwell between the firmament and earth. what utter bliss!
so free of such as gravity. while lesser promenade
is offered beings lacking wings. how much these creatures miss!

how like the angels we who daily look down from above
upon the tribes who've yet to circumscribe a presence where
we join the heavens broad. how oft we call to these in love
anticipating day when soul of them shall join us there