The farthest skies
Wings naturally contract, necessarily,
yet that wavering, faithless bird
invariably predicts and laments each time
a calamitous plummet from the grand heights,
ever astonished to witness,
following panic, its wings unfold anew,
catch the air beneath
and keep itself tremblingly aloft.
Full extension, followed by an essential
recouping,
the gathering of vital resistance
used to climb the farthest skies
and yet, perpetually, through lack of faith,
fear and suffering accompany
our fateful, solitary and majestic flight.
O child of God, hold on tightly.
You’re just along for the ride.
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