Hidden Wings
This morning as the sun arose
I saw a little bird fly in,
blessing my garden with its grace.
It fed among flowers and seeds
without hurry or greed,
leaving enough for the friends.
Suddenly he hopped up to my patio door,
turned his head side to side, studying me;
I was feeding too.
I could hear him tweet, you can also fly,
your wings are hidden within.
Just trust and you will rise;
Higher each time.
I tried this once before, when I was a girl,
I thought my arms too thin, no wings at all.
Now I wonder, does he mean my spirit wings?
Could I soar and dip and swing
if I trust the wings within.
Why don’t we all give it a try.
© miriam ivarson
My Window 
A lovely combination of poem and photograph
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Thank you, Derrick, for your valued comment.
I read a book about the search for a golden beetle with sheer hidden Wings, it made a deep impression on me. The story about me almost jumping of a high rock as I wanted to fly is also based on true event. 😊.
Miriam
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Beautiful, Miriam.❤️
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Thank you so much, Jill. 💕.
Miriam
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Spirit wings! Marvelous! I’m going to try mine today.
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Anne, thank you for your lovely comment. I am sure you will enjoy flying with your spirit wings.. 🤗.
Miriam
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Oh, this is beautiful Miriam. Such lovely imagery and hope within your words. 💜
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Thank you so much, Miriam, for your wonderful comment. I am so glad you liked and felt the emotion within.
Nice to see you again. 😊.
Miriam
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You’re very welcome. I’ve been away from my blog and reading for awhile.
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Yes!! 😀😀 Miriam, I think we all should try and find those spiritual wings, trusting them as we soar ever higher! Phew, I’m glad young you realised that arms were not enough for actual flight but I can relate to the desire to mimic the wonder of flight of the birds!
A wonderful and touching poem, Miriam and as always you turn what can be seen as an ordinary event into a spiritual one, causing us to reflect on our lives! A precious gift and thank you for sharing with us.
Wishing you a lovely rest of the week! hugs xx ❤️
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Ahh…, Annika, your comment is so beautiful and filled with depth as well as soaring. I get a feeling you
also tried to fly with arms out-stretched. :).
I am so glad you felt the spiritual side of the poem – and dont we all need to fly at times when the days might seem heavy. Get a new perspective.
Thank you for your kind words and have a good end of the week too you too. hug xx
miriam
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I need to grow a pair! 🤪
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I bet they are already growing, a shimmering pair. Thank you for your lovely comment, Brad.
miriam
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A beautiful poem and a great image! 💓
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Dear Luisa, thank you for your appreciative comment. 🙂
miriam
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🙏😘🙏😘🙏😘🙏
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So inspiring Miriam! I often soar with the birds, perch at the top branches of trees and drift with the clouds. It is so refreshing to open our hidden wings. Love your thoughts.
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Thank you, Balroop, for your dreamy answer. It is wonderful to drift like that on our hidden wings.
I am glad you liked my words. 🙂
miriam
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I think he meant your human wings; we all have them, but somehow, we forget they are there 😉
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Thanks for your comment, Kate. Trying to find the human wings. 🦋
Miriam
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Beautiful words, Miriam. You fly ❤
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Jane, a warm thank you. I will, and you too. 💕
Miriam
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Beautiful and inspiring! I know it’s about spirit wings, but a funny personal note is that as I’ve gotten older I’ve been embarrassed by the lose skin under my arms and have joked that they might turn into wings. Fortunately, I’m becoming more accepting of my old lady wings since I notice this is fairly common.
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Thanks for commenting JoAnna. You are right, it is about our inner hidden Wings.
I was inspired by a great book titled “ Miss Benson’s Beetle” by Rachel Joyce. I would highly recommend it.
🤗
Miriam
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Thanks, Miriam. I just looked up Miss Benson’s Beetle. It does look interesting and unique.
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So hopeful, uplifting, and lovely Miriam. 💜
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I am glad to hear you felt so, Carol. Thank you 🦋💕.
Miriam
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If I touch the wings within – such a beautiful thought, that I have the ability to do more than I’m doing, maybe to do something spectacular if only I try. Thank you, Miriam, for the inspiration.
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Sharon, I am deeply touched by your comment. Thank you. You will definately be able to do something spectacular if you try; as will all who really dare. Let us try more often, I feel inspired by your words. 🙂
miriam
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Lovely poem. We can be freer than we think.
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Thank you so much and I do deeply agree that we can be freer.
miriam
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Birds do bless us with their presence, don’t they? Even the darling mama duck and her ducklings who ended up in my pool and couldn’t get out yesterday. I scooped them out–twice!
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Oh yes, Jacqui, they do indeed bless us. The ducks swimming in your pool
make me laugh. I think you need to construct a ‘ duck ramp’ for future visits.
Scooping them out might be more fun though…..🤗.
Miriam
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Ahhhh to forget the pull of mental gravity ! B
Sent from my iPhone
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Thank you, B, yes it could have been the last memory if that girl had jumped. 😊. It is so nice to see you again. 💕.
miriam
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So so beautifully written, you have got some really good expression! Loved your blog, it’s awesome😊
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Thank you very much for your lovely comment.
I am glad to hear you took the time to check out my blog and have done the same with yours. 🙂
miriam
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Very beautiful! Do you mind if I print this and place it in my “rise” journal?
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I am glad you liked my poem, Chandra. As to being printed in your magazine
would have been great. However, I went in on line to read a few copies and could not see how I would fit in at all.
So thank you but until I know the reason and how I will say No.
Miriam
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I meant my personal daily journal, not anything online or public–for my eyes only. But it’s okay. Thank you for considering my request. 🤗
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Chandra, Sorry for the misunderstanding. For your personal diary I will with delight
love to be remembered. 🤗.
Miriam
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This is lovely, Miriam.
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Thank you, Robbie. 🤗.
miriam
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You remind me, Miriam, how we learn a great many lessons from nature. You share this beautifully with your words “…leaving enough for the friends.” Oh, Wow! The hairs rise on my arms as I continue to read. “Spirit wings” and “wings within.” I do believe we have them. Beautifully written! You have enriched my evening/my life. Thank you.
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Erica, thank you for your wonderful comment. You bring my poem alive again with your attention and care. To have enriched your life brings tears of joy, what greater effect can our words have.
You keep flying on those wings. 💕.
Miriam
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beautiful thought😌❤
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Thank you, Prapti. I am glad you feel so.
Miriam
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So well expressed. Marvellous post
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Thank you, Tanvir. Glad you enjoyed.
miriam
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My pleasure. It’s always a pleasure to read wonderful blogs and yours have been in touch since I have started blogging I suppose.
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