Faith the Wing

by John Herlihy

Faith the wing upon which we fly to heaven,

Trust the other wing to keep us flying aloft.

For now, we live as birds confined in a pen,

Firmly held within, the mind whispers so soft.

Beyond the cage we see the horizon, the sky,

We sit on the horizon’s edge, imagining to fly.

Inside the imagination where reality takes root,

Where dreams are born in the breath of a flute.

On the cords of life’s melody, we sense rhythm,

The beating of our hearts, the eyes hope’s prism.

All our thoughts alight upon this one firm desire,

A butterfly in the flower’s heart, escape to inspire.

No breath left to breathe, the soul finally set free,

Faith and trust as bird wings enroute to eternity.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Thursday 2 April 2026