The Rustle of a wings

The Rustle of a Wing

Life is a narrow vale
Between the barren peaks
Of two eternities ,

We strive in vain to look beyond the heights
We cry aloud and the only answer
Is the echo of our wailing cry.
From the unreplying dead
There comes no answer .

But in the night of death
Hope sees a star ,
And listening love
Can hear the rustle of a wing .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !!!