On Wings of Soul

                                             John Robert Howell



Demented by the worldly splendor of sin and
self,

Flapping feebly and frail-winged into the fearful
and illusory darkness,

The apocalyptic omen and harbinger of
Armageddon,

Icarus flew too near the baleful land stygian sun of
disobedience,

And fallen through the smutty lie of fleshly
limbs and ligaments,

Dropped broken and betrayed into the stale
demise

Of Adam's Eden, an earthy paradise gone
lightless and dreary.

Now new-baptized, heeding the beatifying
susrrus of angel whisperings--

Reborn under the ageless and eternal shadow of
Elohim's hand--

He soars anew on grace-full Love-feathered
wings of Soul.