Poem: God on high
I stand along the way,
and prepare to walk along it
I stand at dawn of day,
and the light prepares to fly.
We're settled down at table,
and prepare to eat our meal,
the host brings feast about us
upon which we shall dine.
I see within these symbols,
of way and light and table,
I see within these things,
a place to stay with God,
I hear within these sounds,
of standing, walking, siting,
I hear within these cymbals clashing,
a song with which to fly.
Fly up a mountain,
down a stream,
along a shore,
and in a forest;
alongside eagles,
alongside dolphins,
alongside horses,
as they fly.
For all that is rest
all that is movement,
sings a song to God on high,
and the God of heights,
and the God of depths,
and the God of lands,
he makes us fly.
and the God of gifts,
and the God of love,
and the God of lights,
he makes us fly.
and the God of life,
and the God of heaven,
and the God of earth,
he makes us fly.
One God are these,
one name, three persons,
one God of angels,
one God of men.
One God are these,
and we his people,
he draws us up,
by him, we fly!
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