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Posted September 27, 1997 by Tim Wells in Poetry
 
 

Useless Wings – A Poem


The angel stood looking at the sky
silently cursing these wings that would not fly
she felt betrayed, bitter, and alone
others had had their chance to fly
how often had she made her wish known?
how often had she asked, ‘When can I?’

Then, as if from a dream, she awoke
to hear The Voice as it spoke
it said:

My dearest child, open your eyes and see
some of my greatest miracles have been worked
through what most would consider frailty
in your weakness I see only opportunity
I have such plans for you, farther down the road
and for these plans to come about
you must carry this burden, this load
but I promise that you will get your chance
you too, someday, in the clouds will dance

Be strong, my child
have faith
believe
for it is with this thorn
your true wings I will weave

The angel returned her gaze to the sky
and with tears in her eyes
let out a small smile and a sigh
knowing that someday
these useless wings would fly

~ TW ~
09/27/97

II Corinthians 12:7-10


Tim Wells

 
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