Hymn to the Universe

Fold your wings, my soul

Fold your wings, my soul,
those wings you had spread wide
to soar to the terrestrial peaks
where the light is most ardent:
it is for you simply to wait
the descent of the Fire --
supposing it to be willing
to take possession of you.

~ from HYMN TO THE UNIVERSE by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
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