My Wings Poem by robyn nathan

My Wings



My wings are aching
As I create them into being
Be gentle with me
This first flight
Now having crossed over
I am aching as my body changes
From the dead to the living
And I see my big wings open
Such beauty
And I will weep for every sorrow
To set you free
And the blessings will reign down upon us
Love golden

Friday, January 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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