The Call of the Sky
lies beyond the zone of clouds that whispers urgently to me?
length and breadth and sweep of sky, suddenly, my soul is free!
East, o’er marshes, silent, deep, spread on watery sod;
West, with widening turn, gaze down, On grain, yielding gold-glints
Up to God
plains flow quickly on, to blend with rolling purple hills,
rise and fall with ageless grace, Round placid lakes, deep and still.
e’re a bird see more than this, Beyond the confines of the land?
up on graceful wings, descending then, on sights so grand.
Oh, Plane of Earth, with silver wings, Streak onward, sure and high
Kissing clouds, saluting sunsets,
Hurtling through the vaulted sky.
fear of heights, or space unclaimed, Lures me from my Ship of Flight,
pulsing voice of vibrant engines, Screams
boldly of their lusty Might.
On we roar, through distant dawn, Hold high the stars, watch them glow,
Through infinity of time and space, piercing veils of thunder, as we go!
~ Phyllis R. Moses