Reverence
An ordinary little bird, but, then,
He calls like angels fired by Satan, Christ,
And Atlas booster engines. Like a wren
Though larger, larks are mystically enticed
To singing, lilting, praising in the air
And carry melodies of hymning high,
High, higher like a melody of prayer,
Or something ever more than sacred. Cry
Of utterness, of loveliness, and thrill
The song alludes to universal love.
The phrases of this worship spread and spill
From near Jerusalem in heaven above.
..The angels there bow heads and fold their wings
….Because of throat of skylark while it sings.
~ Phillip Whidden