III. SPIRE

By Marjorie Allen Seiffert

My wish goes singing upward

Holding a chime of bells

In its heart:

Pigeons know my silent bells,

Winds touch them and wonder.

That they might reach

That high blue —

Till star fingers touch them

Ever so gently —

And drifting clouds

Lay cool cheeks against them —

My wish goes singing upward

Reaching into silence.