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
