On Wings of Song

I fly on wing of song. Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta soaring like an eagle traveling from DC thirty-six thousand miles high Fly, fly away Through the blue hues of morning white fluffiness lie below towards earth puffy white and gray cotton-like softness gently moving on windsong feeling like a Welsh princess watching o’er her universe. I see the world through a rectangle looking out over the airplane’s wing reaching outward and upward. Soaring like hope Moving like faith Solid span of charity Humming motor onward bound joyful sound A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground wind under my winged sails I’m pressing on the upward way. Arrows painted on wingspan pointing left as we travel right viewing “safety line attach point” feeling secure way up here three flapjacks adjusting the wind flow reminding of Father, Son and Holy Spirit pouring through keeping my soul. Upward outward incline continuous motion held by metal strength while thin white clouds pass by. Heaven’s sky still far far away no matter how far up one gets God is farther still beyond the blue somewhere higher. Sitting assured as my mind presses on— landing soon will come back to earth world where I belong. @2011 – Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson