The Fall Of Leave

“pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly, and if left unresolved you can almost forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place.” Wm. Paul Young, The Shack

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Stepping over the edge, I fall gentle but fast
Everything a blur, except the ride now past

I struggle on clipped wings of desire

Feathers floating in a pinion fire

Calls they echo, off cliffs of saddened

Still I fall, my wings abandoned

A dream condemned only in aviary free
Wounded wings of fate in the fall of leave
01252012

 Also published in Broowaha

Seedling of the Tide – Bloom where your planted

 “Don’t go through life, grow through life.” – Eric Butterworth

Life is given riding with the tide

On those waves the seed will ride
Being planted with the water’s flow
Giving birth to a crowning show
Breaking it’s shell the water will nurse
the babe of life, breaking the tide’s curse
for the seed’s journey where never to end
had the tide not released it on the sharp bend
So follow your course, feeling the ebb and know
Soon you can be planted no more to roam