WINGS
©2002 Mark P. Hirschhorn
from the Ascending Music CD ‘Moment Of Truth’
I don’t dare to call this love – not the way we usually think of it
Maybe more like we’re remembering some lost and distant shore
We have filled the ancient cup, and yet even as we drink of it
We are seeing how its rim keeps rising higher than before
For this space between our hearts is softly shimmering
With the promise our awakening will bring
As we shiver with the power of this mystery
And I quiver at the touch of your wings
I know we may not be angels, but we’re surely not quite human
At least not the way that we were taught to be
We are burning ever brighter as this Flame of Life ignites us
And isn’t that the way our spirits ought to be
For this moment is a door into Eternity
Where the Peace within this Presence gently rings
As we shiver with the power of this mystery
And I quiver at the touch of your wings
At last the magic slowly fades into another day’s parade
But I can’t play this masquerade the way I have before
For now that you have shared with me this simple gift of sanctity
The shape of my identity is mine, yet so much more
I don’t dare to call this love – not the way we usually think of it
But the way we usually think is being born anew today
Heaven’s Door is open wide as we stand upon the brink of it
And the light that shines within us is the Light that guides our way
For this space between our hearts is softly shimmering
With the promise our awakening will bring
As we shiver with the power of this mystery
And I quiver at the touch of your wings
We are soaring past the barriers of history
To where the bonds of Fear and Death have lost their sting
For we shiver with the power of this mystery
And I quiver at the touch of your wings
Of your wings