Wise Wings

i seemingly slur only a sigh a maiden waiting every rounded syllable diagrammed breathing room where worms roam and angels fly i pinch my own cheeks, healthy no blood rises cherry juice fills my eyes when truth shouts proverbial monkey eyes, ears, mouth covered the fan spins a pendulum swings i ponder honesty speaks as snowy hair from an eagle’s nest a child rests on her lap leaning into love learning to fly cracking of shell severe the child grabs for air falling, feeling the eagle swoops releasing feathers headdress rendering wise wings catch current events survey the land 8/11/2018 (James 1:19-20 NIV) My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, for man’s anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires.