“Kindled by a spark of divine love, the soul streaks heavenward in an act of intelligence as clear and direct as the rocket's trail of fire. Grace has released the deepest energies of our spirit and assists us to climb to new and unsuspected heights.” Thomas Merton
in the high Texan sky
contrail flaring,
streaking, glaring
thrall
of fire!
Is this some love-struck soul,
streaking heavenward
seeking in unsuspected cities,
a new home
in the golden dome?
or does it fall,
ever to heavy earth
drag of weight,
dross of
mortal freight?
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