When the world would wear
and tear
your very grasp
on this feathered thing
this hope
which lifts
and flys
to overcome the whys
and so we sit
and look at the sky
in wonder
the world
continuing to plunder
at the meat of our souls
leaving us hardly whole
till His hand scoops in
to pick us up
gently cupped
to lift above
the reaches below
and show us
the out
that the feathers we had clung to
are tightly woven
into the seams of our shoulders
ready to lift
against any boulder
with two strong wings
our freedom sing
as we flap away
no more to say
why, or how, or what
but only yes
and to believe
that in you, there is no one else to please
and in being who we are
that is how we will go far
and not for us but for you
and that is what
soaring high
I want to do.
"but those who hope in the lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."
Isaiah 40:31
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