Creator of Her Wings

Creator of Her Wings

 

A bird fly high

In a blue torques sky.

Soaring through time,

Her hopes, high.

Seeking something

With wind in her wings.

 

Knowing she’s meant for something divine,

She searches, hoping to find.

A quest all her own,

For its hers to bestow.

The light from within

Tells her that she’ll win.

 

With her wings, she sets off

To discover a high loft.

She’s aware that the journey’s far,

Yet, her hope isn’t jarred.

There’s many a blue sky

Compared to the grey that arrive.

 

She has come to know

That even when clouds show

And rain inevitably falls,

There’s a purpose to it all.
So, she flies through

Just like she was made to do.

 

Her purpose is in the air,

And she flies with care.

She’s never overlooked or hidden,

For her Maker does her biddin’.

She is always seen

By the Creator of her wings.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

1/3/24

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful and beautiful poem dear Melinda.
"Her purpose is in the air,
And she flies with care.
She’s never overlooked or hidden,
For her Maker does her biddin’."
The above lines were my favorite and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading! Much appreciated.

[emmajoygreen]

Your courage and determination truly shines in the following stanza., Melinda,

'She has come to know
That even when clouds show
And rain inevitably falls,
There’s a purpose to it all.
So, she flies through
Just like she was made to do.'

How true that is, and how brilliantly you share. display and inspire at the same time. :)

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for your review. I appreciate it.

[John Sullivan]

Lovely piece. Fly high, friend

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for your revenue.