Oh how eye am glad to be alive! Today my prayer is love, light, flight - cast under the sun in a relatively similar position to where it was when I was cut out of my mama 26 years ago. I gaze to the hills east of my home. A hawk circles Drifting low, wings beating slow. Flapping ceases and she continues upwards Higher, higher. The occasional pump to correct directioning Though it is mostly just the ride She is already along for. The biggest effort That initial lift off To find the warm stream on which she rides In to the sun.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 19:57:16 +0000
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