Out of my deeper heart
Out of my deeper heart a bird
At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark,
O my faith, my untamed knowledge,
How can a prisoner within the temple
How shall the heart of a fruit be
Yet out of my heart you rise skyward,
Khalil Gibran
rose and flew skywards.
Higher and higher did it rise,
yet larger and larger did it grow.
then an eagle,then as vast as a spring cloud,
and then it filled the starry heavens.
Out of my heart a bird flew skywards.
And it waxed larger as it flew.
Yet it left not my heart.
how shall I fly to your height and see with you
man's larger self pencilled upon the sky?
How shall I turn this sea within me into mist,
and move with you in space immeasurable?
behold its golden domes?
stretched to envelop the fruit also?
O my faith, I am in chains behind
these bars of silver and ebony,
and I cannot fly with you.
and it is my heart that holds you,
and I shall be content.