Yield of Dreams
O Living Flame, O Yield of Dreams
who call us home.
O Ancient Ones without within
we turn to you
return to you
return, return
You are the love within all things
A Widening Embrace
A Flame who weeps and launches joy
to leap through realms of grace.
Are we not born to love this life
to make the wounded whole
to plunge the chasm of despair
and lift the singing bird
O Ardent one be with us
Go with us as we dare
to make of love a greater love
and pass the living flame.
You are the love within all things,
a widening embrace,
widening, widening
Are we not born to love this life?
Are we not born to love?
Ae we not born to love this life
to make the wounded whole,
to plunge the chasm of despair
of despair
In the chasm
from the narrows
comes the singing bird comes rising
Claiming freedom, freedom singing
In the wide embrace
sings the rising bird.
Are we not born to love?
