Wednesday, March 21, 2012

One Bright Morning...


our primal need for sky
-- juxtaposed against
an earth-bound plodding pilgramage --
compels us to breach our body's boundaries
adjures us to find our wings
to seize those rare moments gravity gives up its rights
and in this twilight hour unfurl Faith and take Flight

These Hindsfeet of mine
now bloodied and scarred
have carried me far
over impossible passes
through depths desolate and dry

I have clung for dear life to the Hand holding me
and beheld, broken-hearted, impassable Red Seas
I've followed in Footsteps down Gethsemane roads

I've learned how to die

It's time, 


to Fly...

-e.a.a. "Hindsfeet"  3/21/12


"They that wait upon the LORD shall...mount up with wings as eagles"
-Isaiah 40:31