The One Who Flies Away


The open flap in the wind
Can become a steppingstone
On wayward
Where loss indicates
You’re out for a better direction
A kind soul falls to everyone’s feet,
And maybe in there lies the problem,
But the Son of God bent down low to wash
The feet of his twelve disciples,
So in the most caring of hearts,
There lives the Father
God does not exist
To show the World abandonment
That Sunset you missed
Stuck in all Life’s losses
Still waits…
On the horizon,
Blank pages are yelling
For your tremendous stories
Of sickness and health
Of smiles and frowns
As corny as that sounds
Just tell the World
That you’re still around

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