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First, there’s gravity.
The heavy heart, the sacred
wanting. There are laws against
such things, rules in place
to prevent the illusion of
wings. And yet we spread
our plans, our lies. We
flap and flail and fade
into a floating sun, getting
no where.
Then, the doubt.
The stubborn head, the scared
waiting. There are walls we
stitch, lures in place
to reinvent our selves,
our swing. And set, we ready
our planes, our lives. We
clap and rave and fail
to cling (feathered, frail)
to the Son.
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Excellent.
This is divine – and so true the walls we put up – we make it so hard for ourselves. “our plans, our lies” — so, so true.
Today, this strikes me as saying that we are not living the way we should, spiritually. Our attitudes and perceptions don’t line up with Christ’s. I see references to the Tower of Babel, Icarus, and the 9/11 terrorist attacks. This poem is fantastic. Like I said on your more recent post, your two most current poems keep drawing me back for further examination.
Thank ya, ma’am. 🙂