Timothy Branch (Petersburg, Virginia)
Be fit to be carried
Into a field high above the field, a single bird shows.
Still in flight, no fluttering wings did the eye see.
The presence of wind not found in trees.
Upon the breathe of the spirit does each wing.
Suddenly the descent of the bird reveals the spirit is now concealed.
As the bird descends the ability to fly catches the one who did yield
And allow the spirit to have its way in that time and space,
to relieve a bird of the burden of flying.
What does hinder you from flying?
A sure ascent can be had without flying.
But failure to yield so easily besets us from experiencing the bliss of ascension without flying.
Make like the bird allow the spirit to do what it will.
Experience the bliss of effortless soaring from relying on the spirit to take you there
while interrupting you from trying to exert yourself to go to a place where his strength comes to carry you to.
Yield like this bird for his strength comes to lovingly carry you.
The spirit comes to do so with only you in mind.
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