Soaring High

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Soaring High

I almost heard the speed rushing through the tiny bird’s wings,

as I looked up and upon I gazed.

She now was gliding high in a very deep blue sky,

and I paused, and I said to myself, “Oh my, oh my, oh my.”

Heaven’s creation had become so loud,

I was given a sudden comfort that became

so resound.

Where had I been all my life?

A child, a teenager, a worker, a wife.

I asked myself, “Why, oh why, oh why?”

Not only had I become so blind, I had

been deafened out of creation’s sound.

Realms of music in all its rhythm

that had been so naturally given,

not only in sight, but in sound at this

moment earthly abound.

A vibration that had once been lost,

its dancing and prancing in its essence,

a movement of miracles and blessings,

and I saw, and I heard, and my mind

was absurd

of a nudging of a tiny little bird.

By Tracy, Well Words member

Written during lock-down