Flight

My feet once flew beneath me weightless

As The blades below me slightly waved 

My arms stretched wide and restless to reach

Gaining in on the wind and increasing speed

I felt the wind beneath me give way

As if it had not any choice

As if my attempt had been forced

When then I felt a hand and I felt myself stubborn

As if I had thought I could do it on my own

And I quieted myself to surcome to reason

Where my soul gathers and rests in content

No longer relentless but harmonic to my purpose

And I as rest in those hands, I no longer find earthly years

But resound in my intended innocence

I step down from my pride

And I finally find myself finally alive

No longer with effort or attempt, no longer fueled by strife

But alive and given way with arms now stretched out in praise

For what should come if not by the father’s hand

And who am I to command them

Copyright ©2009 R.L.R