Oh for the wings of a dove,
To fly far away from my own soul,
Reach and be merged in the vast whole
Heaven of infinite Love!
Oh that I were as the rain,
To fall and be lost in the great sea,
One with the waves, till the drowned Me
Might not be severed again!
Infinite arms of the air,
Surrounding the stars and without strife
Blending our life with their large life,
Lift me and carry me there!
I am busy working to bring A. Mary F. Robinson's "Oh for the wings of a dove" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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