I held a part of Heaven in my hand today
Because I climbed a shining hill
(You of the valley will not understand
But if you've lived on mountain-tops you will)
No mortal stature ever reached so high
But I was all there is of earth and space
Because I climbed a hill and touched the sky
And felt its blueness on my lifted face
I was a God-child with new wings to wear
New wings so wide their feathers brushed the dawn
They silvered all of everything: the air
I breathed ... the living ground I stood upon
How dark the world! How dull all worldly things!
Today I wore an angel's lilting wings!