Wings Poem by Elaine Oxamendi Vicet

I pray our work find wings and whisper its sentiment
in the ears of those; those who need to hear.

I pray our work find wings and it will transcend language, culture, creed and be as the breath that we inhale and exhale.

I pray our work finds wings and we meditate and contemplate on the moments and float to lands and places we have never been.

I pray our work finds wings and whispers in the ears, hearts, breath, life, spirit being of every being.
And compels the brain to think as human and not as
machine transporting the soul, spirit being.

But rather spirit being, with a soul that is carried by a body and moves to the whispers as etched and carried through our works
guided by our pen.

I pray our works find wings... let us now start to whisper.
I hear it, you hear, we feel it!
Let us whisper, then hum and vibrate so that our work will have wings!
So that those who need to hear it will!