Monday, November 16, 2015

out of my deeper heart






Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skyward.
Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow.
At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens.
Out of my heart a bird flew skyward. And it waxed larger as it flew.  Yet it left not my heart.



~ Kahlil Gibran
from The Forerunner, His Parables and Poems
drawing: Veiled Face, by the author





1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thank you for. Beautiful.
Bless, M.