Above Skiddaw

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   Skiddaw

We see in, through the life of wings, and so

We think we know the gods.  An eagle’s soar

Is ours and so we sense that Horus’ glow

Lies in our arms and we are in rapport

With Gabriel and Christ.  How quite unreal

We seem, ourselves, too faintly till we see

The pinions on our very chests and feel

The feathers floating in our hearts.  The bee

Reveals the wings of work and loyal hope,

Transparency and glistening combined.

The honey bees belong to royal hope.

We think that we are Homers, bright though blind.

  The burden of the universe turns light,

    Becomes uplifting—and we surge to flight.

© Phillip Whidden