JOURNAL and CALENDAR
June 27, 2018
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It Was True Once…

They were mine once,

in a dream …or was it in that other lifetime ?  The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings .

The sense  of them wrapping around me gently  and protecting my soul soothes me into sweet release .

It is a difficult sort of freedom not quite familiar in this life . Elegantly and delicately  they open after rest

and seek to stretch . A few feathers may fall away here or there and , truly , are intended as gifts .

Movement that is designed to flow and a dance leading the heavens to set free that heart .

Seeking wings in the sky

and I don’t  know why

since I’ve rediscovered  them right by my side .

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