Sacred Spirit Falling Through A Vaulted Ceiling Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sacred spirit falling through a vaulted ceiling
Through a rickety floor
Sing, sing like a nightingale.
Sing, sing like never before.
Sing, sing like never before.
Sing of love, sing of love,
Sing to heaven on broken wings.
Sing to the stars, distant gathering.
Sacred spirit falling through a vaulted ceiling
Through a rickety floor
Sing, sing like your soul is about to die.
Sing, sing like your heart is about to cry.
Sing, sing like never before.
Sing, sing like never before.
Sing of love, sing of love, sing to someone beautiful
Sing to the cavernous dark.
Sing to the dying about to forever disembark.
Show them there is always a light.
A hope about to be ignited
Show them there is a spark.
No matter how small or minute
And it is a furnace in you.
And it is a furnace in you.
A sacred spirit in you,
A sacred spirit in you,
A holy spirit in you my nightingale.