Some Day I Will Fly

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If I Could Fly

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                                CREED OF THE ANCIENTS

                Like you – like me

                The Ancient Ones questioned

                They found resolution in Nature

                Like them – I find Truth in things around me

                I believe in things I cannot see

                I believe in Wind

                Wind that carries Clouds so Rains can fall

                Wind that lifts Eagle from Earth

                Wind that brings Snow

                And breath of Spring

               Wind – invisible Force

                That sways Prairie Grass like Waves of Sea

                That bends Trees

                I cannot see

                But I believe

                 I cannot see Water

                Crystal pure clear

                I see only Beauties it reflects

                And things it carries to Sea

                I cannot see

Yet I believe

                I cannot see Light               

From right angles

                But I believe

               There are Stars

                I cannot see

                But I believe

                 I cannot see Light

That surrounds Earth

                In the darkness of Night

                But I believe

                I cannot see Love

                But I believe

                I cannot see Spirits

                But I believe

I cannot see Yesterday

                I cannot see Tomorrow

                Yet I believe

                Small wonder we must die

                To see the Face of God

                Face I have not seen

                But I believe

Worrell, 01/07/07 – 9:25 a. m., New Art, Texas/ 05/23/07, Santa Fe, New Mexico

                                     IF I COULD FLY  If I could fly.mp3                                               

                                               RAVENS DANCE ABOVE ME

                                                FLOATING IN THE SKY

                                                SOFTLY TOUCHING WINGS

                                                GRAVITY DEFIED

                                                THEIR JOY IS MANIFEST

                                                AND THE PLEASURES THEY DERIVE

                                                RIDE THE WINDS WITH NO EFFORT

                                                MAKES ME WISH THAT I COULD FLY

                                                IF I COULD FLY I WOULD GO

                                                TO THE GULF OF MEXICO

                                                I WOULD VISIT THE CLOUDS

                                                TOUCH THE MOUNTAINS LACED WITH SNOW

                                                I WOULD MARRY THE WIND

                                                A MILLION THINGS I WOULD TRY

                                                NOTHING OUT OF REACH

                                                IF ONLY I COULD FLY

                                                THEY CALL MY NAME AS THEY CIRCLE

                                                I HEAR IT AS THEY CRY

                                                MY SOUL ACHES TO JOIN THEM

                                                BUT THEY ARE SOARING OUT OF SIGHT

                                                THEY SEND A MESSAGE FROM THE SPIRITS

                                                WHO WERE ONCE AS YOU AND I

                                                I UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY TELL ME

                                                THEY SAY SOME DAY I WILL FLY

IF I COULD FLY I WOULD SOAR

TO SOME PEACEFUL GOLDEN SHORE

WITH NO HATE WITH NO WAR

WHERE I WOULD DWELL FOR EVER MORE

I WOULD SING WITH RAPTURE

UNTIL THE END OF TIME ---------

THAT’S WHAT I WOULD DO ---

IF I COULD FLY

Worrell 06/01/06 – 4:56 p. m.  Just north of Clines Corners.  Ravens soaring in a beautiful New Mexico watercolor sky.

                                   I WILL SING WITH RAPTURE

                                    I am convinced there are those

                                    Who tie themselves to the Earth

                                    There are those who cover their eyes

                                    So as not to see

                                    The profuse marvels, beauties, and truths

                                    They cover their ears

                                    So as not to hear

                                    Nature singing in rhapsody

                                    How can I help not joining in?

                                    To become and be

                                    A part of such a splendid choir?

                                    Be blind if you wish

                                    Be deaf if you choose

                                    But I ---

                                    I will see the marvels, the beauties, the truths

                                    I will hear Nature’s song

                                    And with Her

                                    I will sing with rapture

Worrell, 01/03/07 – 1:05 p. m., New Art, Texas.  Rain gently falling.  Thunder softly beating its drum.  I am working with rhapsody.

                                         MESSAGE FROM THE SPIRITS

                                                Upon the waves of the winds

                                                They sail

                                                They ride the unseen forces

Of the sky

From the Place of Forever

They come

From the Place of the Spirits

They fly

Singing, singing, singing

Voices from the Ancients

My heart soars

My soul is filled

Comes wisdom from the Spirits

Comes a message

Comes a promise

I will fly

Forever and forever and forever

We will fly

Together

Worrell, 01/03/07, 10:07 a. m., New Art, Texas.

                          SOME DAY I WILL FLY

                                    What is life

                                    Without a dream?

                                    Woe to those who in derision

                                    Call another a dreamer

                                    Dreams

                                    Dreams bring forth wonders

                                    Dreams have brought forth

                                    Healing

                                    Pyramids

                                    Castles

                                    And ships that sail the seas

                                    Dreams have brought forth

                                    Trumpets

                                    Violins

                                    Pianos

                                    Symphonies

                                    Dreams have brought forth

                                    Wheels

                                    Levers

                                    Tools

                                    Cars

                                    Flying machines

                                    I will dream

                                    The largest dreams I can dream

                                    Then

                                    Some Day I Will Fly

Worrell, 01/05/07 – 6:13 p. m.

                             RAVENS DANCE ABOVE ME

                                     Ravens dance above me

                                    Calling out my name

                                    From the place of Eternal Dwelling

                                    They come

                                    To dance in their delight

                                    Ecstasy suspended in the sky

                                    To the four directions of the winds

                                    They soar

                                    Bid me join them someday

                                    To fly, to fly, to fly

                                    Forever and forever and forever

Worrell, 01/03/07 – 9:46 a. m., New Art, Texas.  Cold, gray sky.  Ellie barking at Milagra & Katrina.  Birds, birds, birds, chirping, singing, dining, dancing, flapping, pecking, tempting the eyes that watch.