Flying
A poem of flying.
High over the valleys and the rivers below
I find myself floating, above clouds and the sun’s glow
I sit here in wonder, as I look out the window
What blessings it is to see so far and to know
We each have a plan in the world upon which we bestow,
Our hope and the future of the loved ones we show.
I sit here and feel the wind bounce the plane.
It lifts me up and I find myself challenging the lane
of those who went before me and those who walk behind,
May the path through the skies, build resilience, each to his kind.
I’ll land soon, I know, even if the plane bounces left and right.
Up and down, and side by side.
I will land and resume my plan for my path, will I abide.
I’ll remember soaring, high over the earth, the joy of the journey of flight.
~Just a thought by Pamela
