Clip My Wings
I do not fear to clip my wings,
of lover, friend, or carnal things.
I lean into the winds of spirit,
and gently I am lifted in
soaring heights.
My being trembles with delight,
surrounded by angelic flight of light.
No fear to soar to the heavens gates,
or cross the streams below with
no goal.
I am free as a bird gliding on wings
soaring ever so high above the earth.
Warmed by the hearth of the Father's
Heart.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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