July 23, 2017

FROM A FALCON’S POINT OF VIEW

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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2 comments:

  1. Hi Sal - it's Pat from mlmm - aka scribblersdip :)

    Thanks 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 :)

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    1. Thanks, Pat, for liking my poem and offering comments.

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