Poem 183:

Five without Wings


Five without wings
who never learned to fly

Reckless indifference
walks a beach with life in tow
an ostrich with her head in the sand
who cannot grasp, another’s need at hand

Bait and switch giggles with a smile
then gives just a little twist
You look around wondering
where it is, you will land

The big house syndrome
after all, we all face challenges
words that speak loud and clear
they never walked a desert trail
looking for a helping hand
just a morsel that a mouth might fill

Patronizing tolerance
runs the great race that all might see
their knowledge and innocence
yet in the dark of night,
hear not the plea of their own cry
needing others to fill their light

It won’t happen to me
this I understand
as the stars pass by
in twilight, each will know

All born of fear
all afraid to let go,
to understand that God’s good hand
is upon all, in this his holy land

Only after we conquer fear
can we ever know
the butterfly who floats on wings,
wind and carriage of the earth,
is but a search
for the canopy of our birth

For truth floats on wings
not of mortal hands
for without wings
they cannot fly

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

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  1. nice to see a faith written between the lines instead of atop them . . . Enjoyed your poem . . . And appreciated your visit . . .

  2. Awesome.


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