To Soar With the Holy Creator

Like patches of heavy-laden snow, Nestled between the firmament and the below- Being between the clouds, soaring on an endless pathway; A dimension of time, being suspended in mid-air. Like particles of the chaff being thrown to the wind, gliding upward, outward towards endless expectations- As being a drift on the ocean with nothing to see but the glorious glitter of the sun against the water; An amazing feeling of tranquility and ease- Soaring as the eagle soars: free, untouched and far-removed from the world.