how often do we wait
perched on the edge of thought
anticipation
a fertive look over the shoulder
waiting
with a feather weight of hesitation
footsteps tentative
even as we hearken forward
waiting for confirmation
permission
before the take off
the launch
unchecked
unfettered
flight
permission is not
on the brink
hanging by a thread
it is granted
steady certain underlying
all-encompassing hand of God
nudging us from nests
of huddled hopes
wings find footsteps in air
rise
stretched
poised
flight unforgotten
nature unceilinged
not out there
not somewhere in the distance
not when, but here
shooting through this moment
breaking veils of concrete, intransigence
wings of grace, surety, power, peace
moments owned
unleashed
ordained
approved.
Psalms: “therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness…”
Matthew: “Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.”
“Is there no divine permission to conquer discord of every kind with harmony, with Truth and Love?” Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy
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