Flight Rambles

12/31/2014

Flight Rambles

I want to be a Swallow bird on the hardest days,

I want to take one calculated leap and tiny little skips with a burst of coasting the breeze,

That fresh current like a Midol,

A maze of demented heights and dazzling cheap tricks,

I would be that kind of acrobat long before I did anything so brave here on ground.

I would never bungee jump or leap from a plane,

I could;

But I will admit,

I think it is best left to the birds.

I just want to stutter my way across the sky,

I can’t read anything even close to literature in public because I haven’t tried hard enough,

I could probably learn to smooth my stumbling voice,

But God, how much I would rather master the sky!

It’s bravery in the purest way,

It’s the wind against your face sewn into the little brittle bones that propel you.

A cape of feathers, A crown of freedom,

That is the life I’d steal.

Puff me up like a Robin in the frost,

I don’t care if I last a handful of years, I’d sleep under the stars!

That’s the life for me,

Peter, you can come for me any time,

Neverland’s got nothing on further than the stars,

What a journey.

Stair is star with an I,

I will walk up the stars all on my own.

I will prance down the stars as I fly out the door!

Don’t you want to wake up and discover you were always flying?

Maybe that’s why Sleeping Beauty took that long of a nap.

Was it settling to whisper back into reality?

I get the feeling it would only be settling if it wasn’t so much greater,

She probably just needed to rest her wings.

Oh God, make me like a bird!

It’s already stitched into my bones.

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haleynoohra

I am a second-grade teacher and pastor-to-be who loves people. I spend my weekends with friends or wandering the museums of DC alone and with a journal, trying to put words on the places of the soul that still feel wordless. I spent most of my days at school trying to learn patience through my students and running on sheer nerdy passion. I follow Jesus Christ, and savor that as my most important identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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