Destiny’s Wing

A poem

She holds me, cradled, under her wings The span greater than time ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​than space ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​than my own ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​​ ​​​limited dreams And when she flies ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​she takes me with her ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​soaring over the seas, the tundras, ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​past anything I could have held ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​in imagination

and into ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​​​My Self.

© Loddie Foose, 2023. All rights reserved.

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