The Rustle 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