Wings for the broken, wings for the blind Wings for the lame, crippled in mind Wings for the spirit, soaring on fate Wings for the sleeping, under the gate Wings for the craving, wings for the yearn Wings for the fanning, fires that burn Wings for the breath, never exhaled Wings bleeding red, marking the trail Wings for the shelter, blocking the night Wings wide with comfort, hailing the light
Where would we be without the help of wings, eh? My favourite image is of a mother hen gathering her young under her wings. This is the kind of maternal protection that we crave right through life: the mother sheltering us from the elements, while father protects and provides - a quaint image for some, but comforting nonetheless. Thanks for stirring up more thoughts, Anita.
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
Love Tinka
It is very worth and values of your verse are true and will fill the readers haert.
God Bless you,
Yours cordially,
N.K.OSHO
Chrissy
Peace. Joyce
Empathy at its finest.
Beautifull
Revealing
Eileen
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Kudos ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Fee
Well penned
Love & Peace
William
The bird of Freedom and Peace soars in this elliptical and compelling write
The Dove is an Eternal Symbol of Hope and Peace..
You are a smooth operator Lady Pax...
Cheers
Peter
Take care,
Sherry
God Bless,
Lew