Below is the poem entitled A Lark Ascending which was written by poet
Brumley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Floating, and skimming through the wind
I climb higher and higher to the clouds!
Diving and rising again, I rise above.
Silence! The wind my constant friend
Numbs my beak and whispers out loud
While I climb to that special place I love.
Hoovering, waiting for the rising drafts
I look down through white mountains
Mottled green like algaed ponds in snow
Appear below. Riding old familiar paths
Of current diving and rising like a fountain
I blast skyward, just a little more to go!
Just one final current to catch, I wait
Spiraling at Heaven's door it comes
And I ride effortlessly past His throne!
Tranquility engulfs me as the world abates
Clarity of mind ever present as I become
One with God!....I am Lark, and I'm home!
Timothy I. Brumley