On the Wings of Love
How shimmering is the sun bouncing off the feathers of an eagle as I gaze down from above?
How the air dances and swirls about the eagle as I watch, clinging on to the wings of love.
How awesome and spectacular are the different hues of colors in the glistening sunset?
I spin and sore amidst the clouds for on the love of the Creator my heart is set.
I witness the ebb and flow of rolling waves governed by the moon that hovers above.
I float amidst oceans of continuous cottony clouds on the wings of love.
Atop majestic white-caped mountains, I roam, swaying to and fro thousands of feet above.
I am part of all elements known and unknown, resting in my undaunted faith, On the Wings of Love.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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