Saturday, June 6, 2015

The farthest skies

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,
following panic,

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.


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