Deliverance


Their wings sputtered
off as I meditated on
my own plans to be

living my life each day
better, on the run
waiting on a right time to flee

envisioning myself in flight
and hard detached, like hell
tapped me on my back

praying He’d blast me off
fast, so that the tail of my shirt
flapped like flames on attack

Peace; enough for when
I´m forced to look back
it will have all been diminished

spending eternity in warmth,
basking in His light from
a flight well finished

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