Taking Flight
Freedom from fear
A lone bird sits on a bare tree branch
The winter wind blows
She tightens her grasp
Not chirping, squawking, screaming nor talking
Composed, silent, calm
She listens
Unaware of danger
Undaunted by weather
She measures the wind as she ruffles her feathers
Not pondering gravity nor what tomorrow may bring
The right current comes
She swiftly takes wing
Oh to be a faith-filled, fearless, free bird
To ascend without doubt and no dreams deferred
Soaring in lofty thought to places unknown
Sightseeing and
Self-discovering
Until I’m full-grown.