“ Freedom Won “
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Freedom
won. A resilient fragility as lovely as a soap made bubble
Playing “tag-your-it”
with the vagrant breeze we dipped and swirled
upwards in flight; spiraling
with freedom and breathless a’ double!
swooping down to the roof
ore where my sleeping body is curled,
My Creator’s Face, ever near,
watches over my playful flight
With His chin resting in His cupper hands,
elbows resting on a cloud.
My soul takes flight where the song of praise
lovingly leads my delight
playing ‘Tag’ angels swirl past,
waggling fingers and toes, laughing aloud
Enjoying
the flight straight up, like an arrow released for its flight,
then loop-d-loop
with a startled hawk, and peering in an eagle’s nest.
Will the last
galaxy to leave the solar system please turn out the light?
But all too
soon daylight returns and I needs must come home to rest
My Creator’s
Face, ever near, watches over my sleep.
Freedom Won.
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by:
A.R. Koheen
