The farthest skies
Its wings naturally contract,
necessarily, yet that great
and faithless bird invariably
laments a calamitous plummet,
predicts its own doom
from the grand heights,
ever astonished to witness,
the wings unfold anew,
catch the air beneath
and keep itself tremblingly aloft;
ultimate extension requiring
an essential recouping,
the gathering of vital resistance
used to climb the farthest skies
and yet, through lack of faith, perpetually,
fear and suffering accompany
its fateful, solitary and majestic flight.
O child of God, hold on tightly.
You're just along for the ride.