A Blackbird Suddenly
HEAVEN is in my hand, and I
Touch a heart-beat of the sky,
Hearing a blackbird’s cry.
Touch a heart-beat of the sky,
Hearing a blackbird’s cry.
Strange, beautiful, unquiet thing,
Lone flute of God, how can you sing
Winter to spring?
Lone flute of God, how can you sing
Winter to spring?
You have outdistanced every voice and word,
And given my spirit wings until it stirred
Like you — a bird!
And given my spirit wings until it stirred
Like you — a bird!