Trailing fingerprints,
Decopage boxes,
Dotting hillside cliffs.
Trees straining for clouds,
Legs dangling,
Mulling over questions.

Where was I
In the beginning?

An intentional design,
Sitting, legs crossed,
In the heavens.

The mountain slopes,
Leaning from the sea,
Rippling V formations,
Souls watching
The crippling depths,
Seeing only peace,
Imagining themselves
A set of wings.

I only remember—
Those who hope
In the Lord
Will soar on wings
Like eagles.