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
possibly your best work yet. beautiful. filled with wonder and love. brilliant.
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😁🙏
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I agree with Mike, this is really, really good.
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Double big smile 😁😁
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So very thought provoking.. anxious and soothing, at the same time.
Very beautiful.
One to save and re-read from time to time.
Blessings…..
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I wrote it for my son, he is only 9, so I wrote for his future. Yes, a parent’s anxiety. 🤪
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Funny.. as I was reading this.. I did, in fact, think of my sons.
Four, actually, aged from mid 40’s through 50: and still, at times, I feel the never ending anxiety of a parent.
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I know right, never change regardless they are 1 day old or 70 🤷🏻♀️
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I like this very much. Not a parent (yet), but imagine it is just like this.
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Thanks for reading!
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Is there any way to subscribe to your website?
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You can follow me here or follow the site via http://www.flickerofthoughts.com
Thank you!
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Wonderful
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Confidence inducing, comforting words. Great writing. 🙂
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Thank you very much!
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