art by Cheryl KP
So far down, the fall from Grace-
So long now, since I’ve seen your face-
A jagged line brought me to this place,
my footprints too scattered now to retrace.
The stars beyond Eternity’s door
glowed brightly, more brilliant than ever before…
Soaring, grasping, my soul did yearn
to own them all before they could burn
My folly to think I could capture such light.
How they singed my soul and blinded my sight.
Wings broken, I fell to the Earth,
such wonder and innocence in that moment of birth.
Arising I brushed the dust from my hands,
my feathers were strewn to faraway lands..
The days, months and years that came..
each life a new body, fresh hope, different name
how I wearied.
Feathers return now; they always appear
when I, broken-hearted, succumb to my fear
Collecting them all, perhaps I could try
to fashion new wings and take to the sky…
..What did you say, Father?
(My heart beats fast!)
I can hear you smile, Mother.
(You’ve come at last!)
“Dear Child of Life, though you lost your sight,
as you sought this illusion through innocent flight;
your steps have been counted,
your tears have been ours
as you crawled from the gutters
into ivory towers
Never alone, though your soul merely slept,
we laughed when you triumphed and cried as you wept.
Repair your wings if you feel you must
and know the truth in which you must trust.
Your wings are mere props,
for you see how they failed
to keep you aloft as your mind was assailed
Illusion, delusion, confusion
The voices, the choices, the
of a life…
Return as you wish, simply cease to believe
the whispers of darkness that seek to deceive.
When you tire of playing within the dream,
the way so much simpler than it would seem.
Accept that you were never alone,
we’ve walked your path together as one.
Never apart, except in your thought.
We wielded the sword in the battles you fought.
Lay it aside, no more demons to slay.
Remember the Garden where you used to play?”
Too weary to think, my mind is numb; and
shedding this form, now so cumbersome.
Why was I so afraid, Father?
fearing I would fade, Mother,
to shed this cloak?
“Now you know the truth, child.
Eternity waits for you, child.
The weight is gone as I leave the rock,
so much I have done as I take stock.
Still looking back on life I wonder….
did I walk that scarlet meadow, yonder?
Perhaps when I have tired of play…
Aren’t my new wings lovely?