FLYING WHEELCHAIR
“Let’s fly together
I’m the pilot; you’re the stewardess…”
Such is articulated by my special child!
Thus, we soar beyond clouds
inside his wheelchair-turned space craft.
Devoid of wings, there we zoom
toward the stars
enthralled by celestial bodies
midst triumphant glee.
Exploring freedom with zest
we bow gratefully to God
praising Him midst miracles
acknowledging His specialization
for impossibilities*...
Concluding our journey
we meet angels of sweet kindness
ready to distribute heavenly goodies
for well-wishers in the orphanage.
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
February 25, 2024
3rd place, "Fantasy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Chetta Achara; judged on 2/27/2024
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2024
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