Kite

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