Dakota Wings

Oh bird, svelte armor of extension be your wings, while my felt honor of extinction is the stings of that suppressed economy ~ dealt swings plunged with necessities, this heart still sings! Thee as my crossed adversities, the slings, Thy enemy as mine confirms, yet Spring converts to massed new brevity infringed, the planting's center shudders from impinged! Grace time, a thought of knowing smooth chagrin would wrestle inward with its narrowing thrust, reach not my soul, the crop must grow akin to fullness, lest the want of life move in! That hope be in the soil of man's Amen still beckoning, but the spirit moves less the plow, when all that functions waits supportive then and nothing moves to grant his needing's vow! That prayer of trust, must say again, again, the world still hungers, and his hands know now, to put asunder wretched hurt's employ that his one strength, is pleasing God somehow!