In still of wind one bird will fly
To say hello, to say goodbye
A dream that stirs till dawn
Those tiny wings so strong
A span that spreads with daring might
Within the doubts of that first flight
The nest no longer cradles
A truth beyond its fables
How strong the trust in leap must be
To face the air beyond that tree
A chance that she may fall
Determined to stand tall
Who knows but fate, one second more
Who knows but God, what is in store
Within the fears and pain…
She spreads her wings again
To soar atop the tree that was
In flight to be of life, of love
The leap that comes with step,
from whence she grew and slept…
Gods’ arms now she is kept.
Deo Volente
January 7, 2011
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