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Wings of silver

Chapter 13: INVOCATION TO THE SKY
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The collection presents spiritual and nature-centered lyric poems that use images of flight, birds, and weaving to explore life, faith, and immortality. Through meditations on growth, seasons, and the soul's ascent, the verses celebrate love, the transformative power of prayer and perseverance, and the letting-go that opens the heart. Several poems personify life and the weaver figure to contrast selfish ambition with loving creation, while invocations to the sky and stars urge trust in a transcendent presence. Tone alternates between contemplative exhortation and hopeful consolation, with recurring motifs of wings, dawn, and renewal framing a steady emphasis on spiritual uplift and inner victory.

INVOCATION TO THE SKY

O Infinite Sky, set my longing
Adrift on thy turquoise tide,
Till earth’s sordid desires that are thronging,
Are lost in Love’s ocean wide.
Wash me white with thy cleansing showers,
Purge my heart with Heaven’s healing dew,
Till I come forth pure as the flowers,
New-risen in Love—and true.
O’erflow my starved soul with thy beauty,—
Fair amber and amethyst West,—
Till I quaff from the goblet of duty,
Love’s nectar, immortal and blest.
Break each finite fetter of sorrow,
Let me weep on Love’s bosom wide
Where a dawn awaiteth each morrow,
And earth’s every tear is dried.
Hold me close in thy silence, folding
My hurt heart there on the breast
Of Infinity, tenderly molding
My pain to a prayer—and rest.
Still all of my tired heart’s yearning
In thy unfathomed spaces of blue,
Lift me up to thy stars calm-burning,
Enkindle my spirit anew.
Illume and exalt me, thou tender
Illimitable Sky bending o’er,
Till I lose my dark thoughts in thy splendor,
And finding my soul-pinions—soar.
Loose earth-bonds that seem to enthrall me,
Let me mount in thy measureless dome,
Attuned to Love’s voices that call me—
“Soul, free and untrammeled, come home!”
Let me drift through thy starshine, pillowed
On violet velvet shade,
Where the downy cloudlets lie billowed,
At peace in Love’s arms—unafraid.
Let me float with thy clouds, soft-sailing,—
As buoyant and glad as they,—
Through thy sapphire sea that’s unveiling
The grace of a golden day.
Dear Sky, love me! Fill my appealing
With Love that’s eternal—like thee;
Till I sing and rejoice in its healing,
And rise in God’s blue—set free!