Jun. 15, 2015

My Prayer Take Wings

Take wings, thou my prayer, take wings
And get thee up to God most high.
Hurry now my trusty prayer;
Up and off. Climb—soar—fly.

Thro' all the spheres and galaxies
Midst obstacles, your way to fight.
Veer not left or to the right;
Let nothing hinder, then, your flight.

Above the clouds and skies of blue
Go, bear the cargo that I send.
Ever, then, so cautiously,
Proceed ‘cording to heaven's trend.

Till thou return, I shall not rest;
And, so, I wait with bated breath.

© 2015 Walterrean Salley