And as the horizon bends the sky,
My gaze reaches 'round the globe,
Unfurl oh wings--let spirits soar,
Surely must be more and more,
Of sweet days where you are near,
And your smile to paint mine eye.
As the horizon bleeds red to black,
My soul is mourning the dying day,
As arms and fingers comb the air,
And love is lifted in skyward stare,
"Alas, alas, frail frame of clay,"
Bound in space be such a lack.
As your horizon and mine are wed,
My love, voice and touch now one,
Embraced, enfolded in angel wings,
And now wordless as spirit sings,
Praise--Beloved! We are undone,
And remade, sharing this Holy bread.
Elation,
Solace,
Rapture.
