Within your whirl what worlds be blown
From near and far away?
A thousand seeds upon the air
aloft in feathered play.
O whisp'ring wisp, your star-burst heart
My own reminds to sing
Of earth and sky and verdant field,
All manner of dear thing.
Of seed and weed and gracious land,
Of seasons long ago.
What worlds within your whirl be known
What windows opening home.
Poem and music by Marjan Helms
Commissioned by Grand Rapids Women's Chorus Memorial Fund
May 2009