Stiff winds give a strong lift,
as the unseen hand of Love
carries the eagle into the purest spheres.
Do unrelenting winds of grief pour in
where yearning hope clings to a light still dim?
Then look upward—
for even now Love lifts us into sweeter joys
that never will be lost.
Do commanding tasks sweep down on us
more strongly than our strength can grasp?
Then look upward—
for even now Love lifts us into newborn powers
all fresh, unfailing, found in Soul.
Do daily calls for unselfed toil
exhaust a well gone dry?
Then devotion must move higher—
and Love will fill our cup with patience, bliss,
and newfound freedom welling up within.
Has blustery fear pushed in on us
to make us doubt our cherished stance?
Then dear one, still look upward—
for even now Love's arms are all around and underneath,
we can't fall through.
Taking wings of courage we are lifted—each and every one—
above ourselves, to find beyond the grimmest clouds
the radiant face of Love.
