The Rudiments of Wings

Can you feel your wings?
Can you see them, do you even
Bother to wonder about what
They are for?

There, growing from your back,
Growing since then when
You looked up at the skies
And realised that humans
Are mere particles of dust
In a yet to be explained universe!

Why,
If Love is in the Air,
Then, wings are meant to be used
To fly high, soaring up upon the waves 
Of existence as confidently
As are mermaids in the depths of the oceans,
Aware that love always emerges pure,
Winsome, true and makes of itself
A planet hidden in a treasure chest!

From the rudiments of wings we are to
Understand that life is meant to be lived
By flying, at all times,
And even by helping others, stuck in oil spills
By cleaning them up and showing them
How to open their own wings and shout out
Joyfully,
When the winds would smash across their face
And mess up their hair! 

Then, someday,
We shall use them,
To fly towards there where the one who gave us this love
Dwells, and like peaceful doves,
We shall sing in His garden,
Songs enunciating of how sweet existing is
When sculpted it is, with His poetry!

Written on 20th Feb 2022
For Contest This or That, Vol 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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