My heart sits on the Arm of God
Like a tethered falcon
I am now blessedly crazed
Because my Master’s Astounding Effulgence
Is in constant view.
My piercing eyes,
Which have searched every world
For Tenderness and Love,
Now look on the Royal Target–
The Wild Holy One
Whose Beauty Illuminates Existence.
My soul endures a magnificent longing.
I am a tethered falcon
With great wings and sharp talons poised,
Every sinew taut, like a Sacred Bow,
Quivering at the edge of my Self
And Eternal Freedom,
Though still held in check
By a miraculous
Divine Golden Cord.
I am waiting for You to free me
Into Your Mind
And Infinite Being.
I am pleading in absolute helplessness
To hear, finally, your Words of Grace:
Fly! Fly into Me!
Who can understand
Your sublime Nearness and Separation?