See the birds in the sky. Flying above all the cares, all
the tragedies and all our sadness.
They soar on the songs of the wind. Higher and higher they
go, until at some point, they are out of our vision.
But with them, they carry a vision of our own making. Taking
with them the lost moments of the day. The frustrations. The ill will we carry
in our hearts.
So, that when they are removed from our sight, we can see
clearer than before. We see the present and tomorrow with hope and joyful
anticipation that something better will settle into our hearts.
Once the past is removed, the ugly past. The past that we
don’t like reflecting on in our soul’s mirror. That past. Once it is removed.
We begin to soar, like those birds who carried away our longings.
We start to sing the songs of flight coasting in the air
with our wings. But for perfect peace. For perfect soaring, we need to
recognize that our wings need to rest under God’s wings.
All because in order for our song to have that perfect
pitch, it needs to be yielded, humbled, and settled under the loving wings of
our Heavenly Father.
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| Spokane, WA (2013) |
2 comments:
So so happy you linked up before me so I could catch this beautiful poetic post! The imagery of the birds flying out of sight, mercifully taking away the pain of the day, that was so refreshing to me. Creative and truthful to the message of God moving us forward, letting us accept what we can and look forward to what's coming. Thank you!
Thank you so much for your kind encouraging comment. It really made my day.
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