FLIGHT
The broken heart is of consequence
To the Light that nurtures all;
God regards the sparrow,
The seedling, and the small.
Tangled webs strangled the sparrow--
Life and hope spun down;
But the Holy One knew everything.
Behold: wings a-flutter to a crown.
Shattered glass releases.
Father's love streams through.
The traps of night dispersing
Into gentle glints of dew.
The body of Jesus, broken--
He broke the shackles from our souls.
Out of darkness, hear his still small voice
As wings overcome the holes.
Feathers etched with golden singe--
Silver songs rise up, and soar--
The precious saints take flight in JESUS
To glory, forevermore.
(~sister Abby Elizabeth)