Broken Wings

06/02/22

And without a bang
And without a spark
And without a shout

starts spring…

Soft hazelnuts droopy flowers
Quiet new sprigs sprouting
Shy yet glad blackbird songs…

Spring,
Is that you?

Winter laid me bare
Winter tore me down
Winter bore me down

The harsh wind tearing down my leaves and tears.
The indifferent icy sky freezing my twigs and hopes
The hard ground ensuring my roots and dreams.

And it’s still so cold.

Yet my heart soars,
as the birds sing.

Yet my heart leaps,
as the leaves spurt,

Yet my heart sings,
as the primroses smile.

Patience,
patience my dear.

After winter
Spring must come.

After nightfall,
Dawn must come.

After death,
Life must come.

Oh the storm shook my nest.
Oh the storm broken my wings.
Oh the storm stole my voice,

Yet, I am still here.

Searching for feathers on the hard ground
Looking for stars in the tumultuous night sky
Seeking for words and meaning in the wind.

Here is the lesson…

In the trees growing new limbs,
In the roses growing new thorns,
In the birds learning new tweets.

My voice will rise again
My wings will grown again
My flight will start again

And I will soar on those memories.

To find a higher clime
To find a higher note
To find a higher perch…

Somewhere safe.

In Your Light.
In Your Safety.
In Your Presence.

Thank you spring,
for returning.

Thank you seasons,
for revolving.

Thank you Creator,
for creating us.

And reminding me that,

My broken wings will mend.
My broken wings will grow feathers.
My broken wings will spread again.

And I am already flying
And I am already reaching
And I am already soaring

Back to You.