Stirring out of a deeper dream than any I have ever known,
listen, I will try to tell of the world
in which I roamed.
One dark night, by lamp-light,
I chanced on an old and dusty basement
where I found a door, and as the hinges creaked
a
flood of light poured into the room,
and as I stumbled out through a glade alive with song
a silver starling called my name,
then perching
on my hand said clear and strong,
"Come, sing with me, sing of joy that runs with peace
through a laughing land,
where the air
that you breathe rings with the love
that peals from the heights to the golden sand,
for the ruler of it all is the life we know,
and
he holds our hearts in his hand."
"Follow me into the trees," the starling calls and bursts away.
Through dappled sun on a floor
of leaves, I run to obey.
Then, without warning,
I'm falling for so long but I land softly
beside a wolf that feeds a lamb, in a meadow
by the sea.
But now the breeze trembles on the grass,
and every nerve in me is alive with joy and fear.
The starling's silence gives
at last,
as the greatest being I've ever seen draws near.
The bird cries,