HIDDEN WINGS

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

Reflecting …

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Reflecting …

on plans we make and made
on their apparent futility,
Although they are grand
filled with perfection, created by us;

Beautiful artwork by our clever brains.
At times they work, fragile though they are.

How do we cope if one cog in this plan
Crashes and stops the perfect wheel?
Are we flexible and filled with grace.

Do we care for the failing part,
Let it mend with our help.
Scrap the carefully laid plans,
Find healing and joy?

Just not as per plan. Permit the flow
Let imagination and love create,
Be their willing tools.

So we can have our glorious Christmas,
whether illness or snow storm strike.
Snuggled together in another place,
ease off and smile;

Whilst candles light our cottage,
Convert it to a fairy tale grotto of love.

© miriam ivarson