Choral Hymn

Eagles, from your leather weirs
Wherein last night you caught your barefoot dears,
Lift joyful faces, towards this early down arise;
Spread wide the yawning muscle who in bed still lies.

Eagles, from your rapt amuse
Wherein last night you fought 'gainst sleep towards flesh to fuse,
Here, with other wardens of the morning, come and raise
Your hand and cup with friends the sun to praise.

Eagles, from the loading docks
Wherein last night you drove your heated pistons, hoard as rocks,
With us assemble, towards wisdom wake and reach,
The ancient unison of love which you can teach.

Copyright © 2011 James Lawer