My Heart Soars

To pick a thought that warms the earth with fertile seed of human birth; recognizing mankind's worth and what it means to be. To mold the thought into a word that resonates wherever heard and circles earth on wing of bird and stream of mighty sea. Thought expressed by tolling bell along with promise casting spell on face that hides in shallow shell and shadows of the night. Radiating like the sun, the thought brings hope to life undone. By mortal wound of fatal gun yet dreaming of the light I'd do a lot to bring it out, I'd stand on mountain top and shout. The thought I always think about, the one that gives us more, if only I could dare believe that in the thought that I conceive the world would bask in earned reprieve oh how my heart would soar.