Angel

Delicate feathers,
Raise you, soaring, heavenwards,
On your angel wings.


Feathers seem so insubstantial and yet together they are strong enough to take a bird into the sky.


Just read this wonderful poem on Gitama's blip, which I would love to share ... I'm sure Gitama won't mind:

You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust.
You were born with ideals and dreams.
You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don't.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.

Rumi