They were so quiet and plentiful;
they looked like leaves which the wind picked up
and moved from one resting place to another in a sudden gust.
Quietly so quietly
the small birds flutter by
and blend right in with background
turned upon a time...
Young lives are like that, flighting,
jumps and starts, some sky,
yet closest staying to background
as if it a watchful eye.
Up! Those with wings of Spirit!
Go with the Wind as high
as breath of Life will take you
above the lowland's light...
(There is a light to darkness,
seen differently at times;
but in the heavens, shined by Grace
soar those whose background...died.
A background, raw, gives comfort less
than when seemed perfect. Light
is dim under bandages.
But unbound a bird takes flight...)
Take flight!...make visible your Hope
to young lives, and old alike.
The Wind blows here, and over there
fluttering hearts and minds.
Young lives are giving treasures, rare
though plentiful, and quiet...
a card, hand-drawn, a smile, a prance...
rare fleeting chance to lift them higher.
Copyright (c) 02.14.10 - Linda L. Brown
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