Be Kind To Falling Raptors

Be kind to all my fallen failures. Even when I’ve burnt my house down? Even when I’ve broken homes in two? Even when I am guilty of misbehavior? I’ve experienced downward spirals mangled Everyone deserves an upward trajectory Keep my wings up at a shallow angle Easy raptors ride the thermals in glory After guilt weighs us down, tales begin Higher and higher altitude with gratitude Compassion in despair stretches its wings Forgive my fallen soul, I have no aptitude Kindness and laughter have left with my son Left alone with a house of depression’s craft My sinister wing broken weighs a ton Keep both outstretched waiting for updrafts It’s not tenderness that gets me churning It’s the warmth bringing me to mid-flight I spiral knowing the terrors of falling Wait with kindness till I reach new heights Yes, I’ve burned my house down so blue But, ashes rise when there is smoke Yes, I’ve broken my son’s home in two But, there is peace in two nests revoked I wait for strength to outstretch my arms When I’m alone I should paddle up in gambit With a choice to rise above despair’s charm A shallow angle above zero can break orbit *** 1 Corinthians 13:4 “Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.”