Robert Rittel

05 February 1960
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Wings of words

Soaring above the troubled waters of braking,
become the song in courage taken.
Whispers of hope turn to the cry of revelation,
sensing the purpose driven legacy to pure sensation.
The fear of ridicule or embarrassment in effect,
when the shallow ideal is in the self-image detect.
Take your wings of courage to action,
acknowledge the word in self of truth to attraction.
Legacies of antiquity are the memories of invisible wings,
more then any words become the treasure of things.
The starving intellect entertains its view,
supremely blessed is the poet with its muse.
The strangest comfort in every state attempt,
when convenience at hand is the best friend.
Mercury the winged messenger in to and fro between the ears,
maintains the flattering of empathy and self pity with tears.
The self-righteous storm takes the flied to accident,
the wounded pride pointing to the world in evidence.
How can it be that niceness is the spirit in deceive,
taking phoenix ego to higher abundance and relief.
While the wings of compassion see the other shore,
nature’s basic law in endless providence to adore.
The fickle mind with flattering words still in nest,
not remembering the still in the shell of test.
Time provides the wings of faith with its fills
when the language of words has grown to wings.
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