I was made to be wide-eyed all the days of my life.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Like a kite

Winds whipping by, 
blowing, faster, faster.
Life speeding up, a likely disaster.
I can choose two things. 
To fall.
down, bruised with impact. 
Shaking my fist at the wind. 
"Youre mean to me! When will you stop? STOP! STOP! STOP!"
Overwhelmed. Overboard. 
Like a rock.
To soar.
The harder it comes, the higher I go. 
And ever going up and up, the valley? Its my golden cup.
And life, the wine which overflows, 
and I am lifted as I go.
like a kite.

...he soared on the wings of the wind...
psalm 18

1 comment:

  1. I like kites. Kites are good. and useful.
    They remind us that the wind is there, with power, even when we can't see it - just like the Holy One.