Wounded Wings and Memories

We Often find new friends and some we leave behind in the journey of life but in the memories we find the comfort of past-present-future. So the journey began with joy and anticipation no real direction. Just lifted along the way by heavenly messengers of wings. Learning how to flow in the divine purpose of the master's plan. Friends I gathered along the way, always there to pick me up. Memories are stored away, warming my heart and soul. Departures often give way, I find even on wounded wings, friends from long ago. Still in memory, lift me on once more.