Silver-Feathered Heart

Now, even now, my heart escapes me
and flies into the dark on silver-feathered wings.
Is it dove or arrow? I can't tell
but must follow, though it's flown quite out of sight.

Light rises beyond the dark.
My heart settles home
in the hands of my Beloved.

No distance nor difficulty can deter me
no ocean, trackless desert, nor range of storms.
So long as my heart's compass points true north
my feet will bear me to the side of my Beloved.

Silver-feathered heart
fly from the bow of my breast
to my Beloved.