Listen: there was once a king sitting on his throne.
Around him stood great and wonderfully beautiful columns
   ornamented with ivory,
   bearing the banners of the king with great honour.
Then it pleased the king to raise a small feather from the ground     and he commanded it to fly.
The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along.
Thus am I ‘A feather on the breath of God’. 

Hildegarde of Bingen

My spirit wants to dance
my wings take flight and soar
I want to cast myself upon the winds
and glide the breath of God.
Up and up, in a spiral of His love
my spirit fuses with the sky
in sheer abandonment of soul
I ride a sunbeam to its source
fearful of naught and wanting all
my bursting heart will hold
I surrender to the Son. 

Written by Ruth, an Anglican priest