FROM A FALCON’S POINT OF VIEW
From the heights, I
can draw into my eye
the crawling sights of
man and ant racing
toward their safe walls
of wood and hills of dirt.
I, instead, soar
towards heaven’s golden sky,
fearless in my search
for all that’s gracing
from God’s good hands.
There I will find no hurt.
These wings glide
upward, driven by the rays
that pierce the crystal
floor of Paradise
into the assembly hall
where saint
and angel scrape their
knees in highest praise
and falcons like me whose
vision is precise
need seek no prey nor
reason for complaint.
In this Crystal City,
God’s kingdom reigns
and life is never
ending. Peace abounds!
These wings at last
have set a falcon free.
All living things find
joy here, never pain.
Hymns to God on His
throne are the sounds
we sing to Him for all
eternity.
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Hi Sal - it's Pat from mlmm - aka scribblersdip :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for playing the Sunday writing prompt :)
I like your approach and point of view - writing from the bird's perspective - the sense of grace in high flight is lovely. The idea of it being able to soar and observe, almost from the "in between" plane or realm - before ascension, is interesting. This definitely has a hymn like quality to it. :)
hope you have a wonderful week :)
Thanks, Pat, for liking my poem and offering comments.
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