Life loves wings, that souls may fly
As through their lift, beat fast or slow
Our goals presént, in clear relief,
On life’s landscape arrayed below
And life loves song, that music’s tongue
Relays soul’s deepest, color’d tones;
One’s song may burst through chorus part
But at some point must play alone
And life loves heart, that all may move
Through struggles, joys and painful space
To find your flight, your song, your joy
And thus arrive: your soul-home space.
Stephen Bolles
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2018