Sunday, March 13, 2011

Poetry Sunday ~ These Wings

Pss. 104:4 Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
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These Wings 
(c) Joni Zipp
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These wings I have are heavy
as I stand out in the rain
trying to carry the burdened world
through troubled times and pain.

These wings I have are broken
from the blades that tried to maim. 
The world is gray and cloudy
as I look out through the flame.

These wings I have are drooping
as if I’ve no more care
nothing left inside of me
to make the plumage flair.

These wings I have are shelter
from all the tears I’ve shed
through turbulent times they flutter,
as if calling out the dead.

These wings I have will carry me
to the next phase of my life
through worrisome tribulations
over mountainous new strife.

These wings I have will guide me
to serenity and peace.
The Lord will breathe his glory
and give my soul release.

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2 comments:

Stormcrow said...

These wings, go on when I close my eyes, Every second of the night, I live another life.

Don't let your wings droop honey, lift them high for all to see.

joni said...

I love you! :)