Gazing out through God’s sky does wonder me,
I could be as a bird turned for flight, from a nearby tree…
Part of a flock that travels so free,
through the vast ocean of waves in winged jubilee.
I would spread my own span and lift into the blue,
caressing the clouds and fly right on through…
Finding my Own, my last and my First-
all of God’s sown, to quench this Heart’s thirst.
Fly on to the Heavens, fly past all time’s due…
Oh sweetness, This Love, I would fly straight to You.
©2015 copyright,2013 Linda Willows
Photograph by Dirk Juergensen