Week 38: Wings was taken from the air as I winged my way to Seattle. It’s a shot from a plane window as the sun was setting over the Rocky Mountains. I was reminded of a conversation I had this past week. It made me realize that we all want to fly.“A man was trying to cut my wings,” he said.
“What wings? You can’t fly...” she replied.
With flailing arms outstretched: “These wings.”
“Then what happened?” she wondered aloud.
“He went away...”
Then drawing his face near hers, in a whisper:
“A lot of people do that to me.”
She still didn’t understand: “A lot of people do what?”
With a great sadness too big for his age, he said with simplicity:
“They go away.”
And her heart cried.
“What wings? You can’t fly...” she replied.
With flailing arms outstretched: “These wings.”
“Then what happened?” she wondered aloud.
“He went away...”
Then drawing his face near hers, in a whisper:
“A lot of people do that to me.”
She still didn’t understand: “A lot of people do what?”
With a great sadness too big for his age, he said with simplicity:
“They go away.”
And her heart cried.
2 comments:
I am always astounded by the way you can capture the beauty that the Lord has given us. This one is more than amazing. When I look at it I feel as if I am soaring right along with the crisp air on my face. It is peaceful. xoxo...butterfly
This breaks my heart.
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