Of Diviner Things - The Kingfisher Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Of Diviner Things - The Kingfisher

He looks at me and I at him
And the heart is charged with ecstasy.
As he flies from limb to golden limb
The air is signed with poetry.
Surveying the shallow pools below,
He dives a bolt of flashing blue
And all my soul retains the glow
Ethereal of feathered hue
That rises up a coloured prayer
As once such beauty filled the skies
And melodies upon the air
Were heard in halls of paradise;
Orpheus on his singing lute
Caressed the softly yielding strings
As Krishna played upon His flute
A music of diviner things.