There are those times we soar like birds …
fashioned with wings, strong and bold upon our backs.
The wind guides us upward
on invisible strings and off we go again
to that upward highway and places unknown.
I see you there now next to me, then
with no warning the path would take me elsewhere ...
for a time. But I never really lose sight in my heart
or even my head
that you are never far away.
We have things to learn and places to go.
And yes, there are still some rainy days when hiding
under the eaves is easier than braving
world’s buffetings
and weary is all we feel.
There are days you fold out your strong wings to cover me
And days when mine might comfort you
and we have but just a moment
to forget that life
isn’t easy. But life is growing.
And though the path might seem to swing so wide at times
we would lose our way, or lose each other …
we won’t. The home we built awaits
and you nor I
will forget our way back to it.
Soar with me. We come back home
in peace.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
There are those times we soar like birds …
fashioned with wings, strong and bold upon our backs.
The wind guides us upward
on invisible strings and off we go again
to that upward highway and places unknown.
I see you there now next to me, then
with no warning the path would take me elsewhere ...
for a time. But I never really lose sight in my heart
or even my head
that you are never far away.
We have things to learn and places to go.
And yes, there are still some rainy days when hiding
under the eaves is easier than braving
world’s buffetings
and weary is all we feel.
There are days you fold out your strong wings to cover me
And days when mine might comfort you
and we have but just a moment
to forget that life
isn’t easy. But life is growing.
And though the path might seem to swing so wide at times
we would lose our way, or lose each other …
we won’t. The home we built awaits
and you nor I
will forget our way back to it.
Soar with me. We come back home
in peace.