the gale-fierce
 whirl winds   of
the world of people smite
and whip the faithful yet
 their wings rock-stable
  soared, these gentle  birds
   who circle herein,  uncontained   
    by this world,     theirs,
flight toward  One   Adored
 who can clip their wings,
 can stop the light, though
none know this might, this force
 as mere as dust is    so unworthy of
               His   Our   trust.