O great Pelican of Eternity
that piercest thy breast for our food
we are thy fledglings who cannot know thy woe.
Bless this shadowy food of substance
whose last eater shall be worm
and feed us rather
on the visionary food
of dreams and grace.
hmm and I think there is a wise wood pigeon lord too, he stands on the Silver Birch outside my window.
that piercest thy breast for our food
we are thy fledglings who cannot know thy woe.
Bless this shadowy food of substance
whose last eater shall be worm
and feed us rather
on the visionary food
of dreams and grace.
hmm and I think there is a wise wood pigeon lord too, he stands on the Silver Birch outside my window.





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