Did you see them, swift and glorious
the wings given to me?
Did you see them like frozen fire,
clothed in frost and sun
Did you see them, smitten in the sky
pinned to the moon they were
But did you see them torn,
when I came crashing to the ground?
Did you see my fire go out,
and the frost, it all melt?
They Lay limp upon my back,
Shackles now not saviors
I thought their glory was all spent,
the glass shattered on the ground
I hid myself away and did not wish to be found.
But one did find me, he did,
The Maker of the wings,
He took the wings and bound them
with silver and with string.
'Now open them,' he said
to the small, pathetic one.
'Open and be not ashamed.
You will see what I have done.'
So I opened them with shrinking glance,
And lo! I saw the fix
My wings were not so perfect now,
And the colors were amiss
But the weavings were a wonder.
For behold the silver,
Brought sea and sand and Spring.
And Mingled with the Fire and Ice
The stained glass was better then starlight.
The Maker wiped my tears away and told me, 'Go now and fly.'
Remember the cracks you have merited, so that in falling,
greater you shall rise
Did you see me rising, From dust and from ash?
Did you see how I my wings grew, and spread across the land?
Oh, did you see me fly again, my mended wings anew?
I think they are far grander now.
My Maker thinks so too.
PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!
*slides off car*