Two swans upon a crystal lake do glide
Devotion serene, angel wings of white,
Two swans, as constant as the ocean’s tide,
Together bound in their life’s true delight.
Two hawks take wing, in tandem hunt their prey,
Devoted pair, unite in graceful flight,
Two hawks hunting on a warm summer’s day,
In skies they dance in the gold sun-light bright.
Nature’s virtue is the wisdom of God,
Who made all creatures pair’d, male and female,
But man and woman suffer from a flaw,
Not found in swan or hawk, female or male.
The thought of soul mates is a mere façade,
Inconstant love mocks the wisdom of God.
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).