This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
To move unfettered in air so rare and pure,
Beneath or above endless banks of clouds.
Unshackled to soar in mind and spirit
To remove earth’s burdensome shroud.
Could an eagle speak, would he
Hold us in contempt or in utter disdain,
Poor earth-bound creatures, animals of habit,
Foul air, daily tasks mundane.
Spread mighty silver wings,
Soar above the patch-work quilt pattern below.
Fly softly, free spirited,
But fly reverently as you go.
Diminished horizons, skies blue and clear,
Atmosphere charged with laughter,
Because other spirits linger here.
To leave earth’s cluttered pull, to explore, to seek,
To know, to find lasting contentment,
To search out the truth of the universe
And to know God is man’s essence and ultimate destiny.
This poem appears in Autumn Leaves:
My eyes have looked, and
In looking have seen, and
Having seen, beheld the Truth.
My heart has known, and
In knowing is filled, and
The fullness is Truth of Love.
Wealth is but passing vanity, and
Time wears away shallow efforts; yet,
Love and Truth overcomes both.
Love is never demanding, and
When aided by her cousins, Compromise and Understanding,
Grows healthy and flourishes.
Love awakens those feelings that are
Most noble in men and women,
Enriching their walk on life’s path.
Love brings contentment and understanding.
Coupled with thanksgiving,
Its lack turns life into a barren wasteland.