from 'Dreams and Visions'
To fly!
To stand at ledge of life and leap—
NOT to thinnest air—
but to the arms of God—
to cast off restraint and soar! —
over trees and meadows
and urban landscapes too—
for they also can be beautiful from this view.
No shell about me—propellers in its wings—
nor parachute nor any prosthesis at all—
for this is about trust—
giving beggars what they ask for
without taking stock
of paper, coin, or what we might go without—
bank accounts, assets, inheritances—
everything that insulates
from the nerve-tingling rush of life.
It's about living unencumbered
NOT believing we have to be shrewd, suspicious, tight-fisted
vigilant for those who want to rip us off
NOT believing we HAVE to wear shoes (steel-toed to be ideal)
lest the goatheads and broken glass of life do damage to our feet.
It's about tasting life ravenous to experience and learn
about intoxication and contagion
as the sacred pipe of LIFE is passed in solemn circle
and we recover what it means to LIVE.
It's NOT about ego—
for everybody knows
we cannot defy gravity on our own.
It has to be a gift—from God alone.
And I think God's given it already.
It's there to take.
If we want it.
o fly! To stand at ledge of life and leap— NOT to thinnest air— but to the arms of God— What wonderful thoughts, Glen. You have so beautifully brought out the truth that everything that we have or receive is a gift of god. Stay blessed always. A full Vote for this poem
thank you, geeta! may we have the grace to put our trust, our security, in the only One involved with but beyond the reach of this changing material world. -glen
Flying into the arms of God From the edge of life. A leap into the void In faith that God will spread His holy hands to hold you. Yes it is a gift of God and I love your conviction that God has given you already. thank you dear Glen for this poem...... i see it always as a spiritual poem. thank you again
and thank you, tony, for being the kind of person i can share this with, who could appreciate it. all the best to you! -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Life is all gift, from dreaming to flying, from giving to accepting. You've expressed the gift very well. Superb. Fly onward Glen, always.............................
thanks, smoky. may we both be granted the grace to live open-hearted and open-handed, and thus—free! -glen