The words of wisdom have been spoken into my life.
I feel ready even though I have never taken this flight before.
I ruffle my feathers,
Looking around me, knowing that the seasons are about to turn.
I know I have to fly away, where I do not know.
But the matriarch, has been gathering us all.
Encouraging us to listen to the voice within us to guide us to our appointed place.
Where the sun (as it was said), was brighter and warmer
Than all the summer days put together in my young life,
My wings are strong enough, to fly me higher and higher,
To glide upon the mighty hands of the great winds.
I have to fly higher and higher into greater altitudes to enjoy an effortless flight.
In anticipation, I try my tiny wings, wondering would they carry me.
To these greater heights that I had heard so many times
I could achieve...
Today is the day. I feel afraid, but yet, the self-navigating system within me tells me that I was ready
I drop out of the window that I was birthed.
Knowing I would never return again to nest there.
My wings automatically stretch open as I feel the winds beneath my wings.
Pushing me up and up.
In a way talking to me, encouraging me that I would know which way was home.
Without thinking, without effort the flight plan unfolded.
Deep within me, it seemed all along it was already there.
Courage leaped on me and I knew I had to trust and obey the voice in my conscience to take me to the place that I have never been,
A place that every great and small bird in the sky was busy chirping about
It felt like I was the only tiny bird up in the Heavens.
As an invisible mighty hand scooped me
And directed me north,
North for the winter
To a place where this little sparrow can find a nest within Zion
INSPIRED BY Revelations 3:12
"Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name.
In my mind, you are far
But yet, I feel you everyday
I watch the seasons change
In winter it snows all around
It reminds me of Your perfect love, pure love
A blanket of white wool covers the expanse of my horizon
Imagining all this was created for a purpose
The nights and day drag
The light in the night is darker a bit longer
I smell the air; well autumn is well on its way
Birds chirping, the marriage of colours
Slowly arising from their winters slumber
I know it was all created for a reason
It was Love
The sunrays are so bright I feel your hands gently guiding me
The smell of Heaven is really here
It is summer; the blooms are at their height
Lazily I close my eyes
Trying to take all this in, to imagine
The seasons of Love
With you my King
To imagine a love that was so great
To be here to love you in Return
By Ruth Starnes