A broken bird,
On a flightless path.
Lives on the ground,
In melancholy silence.
Prays for day to fly.
A day to fly far.
A day to fly free.
Awakes to a god-given miracle.
For wings of valor and joy he was given.
His wings, flexing and curling.
Were awarded for ages of patience.
Finally his day had come.

Standing proud,
And full of joy,
He dives for the air to cradle his fall.
Softly,
It picks him up into the heavens.
He flaps and flaps and with determined strength.
Working with the wind to stay lifted.
High now he soars
feeling himself glide.
Carried by the breeze.
He soon dances with it,
Dances lightly and joyfully with his blessed sky.
Down he dips,
And awaiting the air to pull him back onto its heart.
Falling,
And falling,
And falling...

June 24th, 2010 3:44am