We Were Not Meant to Fly Alone

"Rocket" by Brad Phillips

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“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”  ~ Mother Teresa

In my dreams I fly with sparrows

never looking down

I think my soul knows

something my mind forgot

we were not meant to fly alone

on this earth I have learned the fear of flying

always staying away from the edge

where is the courage

to explore the truth

and see what was meant to be seen?

when I am awake I walk alone

 into forests that no longer stand

feeling a loss I cannot name

I think my heart knows

something my mind forgot

we all need each other to stand up strong

on this earth I have learned to carry heavy things

and full hands have a hard time reaching out

where is the strength to do what is right

and passion to see it through?

 for in my poems I write of love and freedom

sitting behind a desk

where is the bravery to bear the journey

to venture out where there is a need?

I think my love knows something my mind forgot

we all need each other

and we were not meant to fly alone.

  

  When birds fly in flocks, they many times arrange in specific formations.  When they do this, they work together and take advantage of shifting winds.  This also helps them increase the distance they cover without needing rest.  It seems to me that birds are a lot wiser than us humans.  They see the value in each other and work together to gain a better flight in their journey.  I think we could learn something from them.

I dedicate this to George Floyd, and his grieving family.  As many others in this world, my heart grieves with them.

Pull the Trigger Slow

image credit: Dick Blick Art

The Mag 244

"Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways." ~Stephen Vincent Benét

Life is fragile like a flower in winter 

yet tough like a loaded gun

 in a world where war and hunger

in some way touches everyone

so hold on to this moment 

hard yet tender like a rose

for there are bullets in the chamber

but pull the trigger and they quickly go.