On Flight
And like monarchs we awake,
destiny calls, but we forsake,
we must test our puny might,
till we learn to shine on flight.
When we've sifted truth from lies,
then will wisdom crystallize,
epiphany is our goal,
in our journey to be whole.
Soaring high is the real way,
that brushes our fears away,
and place our heart in Gods pure sight,
matter turning into delight.
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2018
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