As mentioned in previous posts I’ve been on a fairly intense journey of healing and self-discovery during the past several years. There have been times where I’ve asked the types of questions hinted at in this poem. Now, as I rise out of the valley of shadows that dominated my life for so long, I do indeed find myself able to dwell more fully in the light.
It is a glorious way of being …
The Gift
Deep in the valley
Where dark shades
Prevail I look to the
Skies where the
Feathered ones wail.
They dart through
The light as though
Blinded by hope
They don’t worry,
Nor wonder how
They’re going to
Cope. They call
Me, they call me
“Look heavenward,
See there’s the
Bright ray of hope
Shining boldly
For thee!”
They dance on a
Wing, floating high
In the sky to the
Tune of the sun
And the beat of
Their cries. They
Land for a breath
For a morsel to
Eat, then back on
The wing, flying high,
Flying fleet. No
Wincing or whining
No wondering
Why, just birds
On a wing flying
High in the
Sky. My thoughts
Linger longing
To know how they
Feel, so I climb
From this valley
To find something
Else real. I clamber
Up hillsides o’er
Rocks and through
Trees, and commune
With the living not
Lost in dis-ease. The
Sun gets much
Warmer, the wind on
My face chases out
Haunting demons so I can
Embrace what is
Good what is true
What is hope what
Is love. The gift of
The winged ones
That hover above.
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Thanks for visiting.
Dorothy 🙂
Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012
