Flying Lessons

Content to stay in the safety of the chrysalis,

Only dreaming of flight,

I could not be taught there.

The hatching was a battle.

Forgetting the promise of flight, I prayed for it to pass quickly,

But struggle strengthens wings

Even with wings, I sometimes forgot flying

And crawled like a caterpillar, mucked in the mud

As if I had no choice

I, as a new creature, was meant to soar,

Not in the clouds where earth is forgotten,

But among the flowers.

My name comes from the king

So I can’t help but head towards the warmth of my home

Finding my course by listening to the His gentle voice inside

My father’s wings are like Eagle’s wings--strong,

Mine like gossamer,

Needing His protection to weather the storm, to keep on flying.

No, I didn’t learn flying from a book or even by watching others

(Though catching some hope of flight)

But by the power of His love, weakened not by events on the ground.

By His help, I can realize the power of my purpose

To color the sky with my wings,

Gathering His seed wherever I go,

Birthing the hope of His bloom where I land.

Psalm 63: 7 

Because you are my help, 
    I sing in the shadow of your wings.