With Just A Little
Faith
With just a little
faith,
I will fly,
higher than before.
Mid-air,
with broken wings,
the ground is
far below.
Peering over my
nest,
of straw and mud,
I dream of flying,
and with wind
beneath my wings,
I soar.
Nests are so confining,
for those that
are meant to fly.
Blue skies call
my name.
With just a little
faith,
in one step,
I will dream of
flying,
no more.
--Theron Beugin.
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