Consolation Of A Flight Poem by Robert Rittel

Spreading and stretching my colorful wings,
forethought's of mounting tempered skies it brings.
The wind in my face lifting me into the stream,
with a few powered moves gliding with the warm beam.
Height in spectrum of little matter and prolong vision,
sensing moves by freedom of subtle decision.
Imprints of bodies from without,
that discern and seeing all about.
Invisible evolution by progress at will,
into purity of live precedes the calling still.
Stirring the power of mind when light strikes the eye,
spirits of the matter to motions attract the eternal sky.
Where all the waters of purpose unite and rest,
taken the constant change of maturity to test.
That concord governs all the elements,
in which all order sustains and protect outcome events.
The rising comes by season again with haste,
the calling for the home as the tired mind has its taste.
Bringing the wandering thoughts that what it seeks,
the living treasure within by truth as seeds.
Framing the laws in captured providence,
making the heart of compassion all sense immense.
All things rejoices when this is retrieved,
taken forward what is already received.