OUT OF MY DEEPER HEART

Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards. 
Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow. 
At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, 
then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens. 
Out of my heart a bird flew skywards. 
And it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart. 

O my faith, my untamed knowledge, 
how shall I fly to your height and see with you man's larger self pencilled upon the sky? 
How shall I turn this sea within me into mist, and move with you in space immeasurable? 
How can a prisoner within the temple behold its golden domes? 
How shall the heart of a fruit be stretched to envelop the fruit also? 
O my faith, I am in chains behind these bars of silver and ebony, and I cannot fly with you. 
Yet out of my heart you rise skyward, and it is my heart that holds you, and I shall be content.