God crafted you
and gifted you to me

It was meant for me
to teach you
how to soar across the sky
with only a thin string
in my unskilled hands

I was so scared
to let you fly high
watching the wind toss you
into the unknown
doing somersaults
in the middle of a storm
keeping your head
above the murky clouds

You agilely danced
across the atmosphere
rode above the turbulence
trusting I had the string
to keep you afloat

I looked at my empty hands
I looked up at your freedom
and marvelled
God had filled the uncertainty
in between


Author: Cassa Bassa

๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitย child ๐Ÿ˜Š

15 thoughts on “Kite”

  1. So very thought provoking.. anxious and soothing, at the same time.
    Very beautiful.
    One to save and re-read from time to time.


      1. Funny.. as I was reading this.. I did, in fact, think of my sons.
        Four, actually, aged from mid 40โ€™s through 50: and still, at times, I feel the never ending anxiety of a parent.


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