"Out of my deeper heart" 



Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards. 

Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow. 

At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and
then it filled the starry heavens. 

Out of my heart a bird flew skywards. And it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart. 

O my faith, my untamed knowledge, how shall I fly to your height and see with you man's
larger self pencilled upon the sky? 

How shall I turn this sea within me into mist, and move with you in space immeasurable? 

How can a prisoner within the temple behold its golden domes? 

How shall the heart of a fruit be stretched to envelop the fruit also? 

O my faith, I am in chains behind these bars of silver and ebony, and I cannot fly with you. 

Yet out of my heart you rise skyward, and it is my heart that holds you, and I shall be content.