To sit beneath the wings of change
as all above, falls away,
to surrender, to all that waits,
the golden moments,
that shine upon our pain,
illuminating the magic,
that awaits us, at our core.
Opening up, to receive,
to embrace the peace,
that comes from acceptance,
the realization,
that we are, but specks of dust upon fallen stars,
this life a gift,
one that wanes, as we procrastinate,
when we allow ourselves to fade,
our light falling victim to self doubt
as we drift,
aimlessly,
until we begin,
again.
To seat beneath the wings of Change,
a beacon of hope, tied into our despair,
the strength of our resilience, tested,
as our character stripped bare.
To jump into the unknown,
to change,
new beginnings,
to feed the magic
that lies in wait at our core.
Falling,
surrendering,
embracing,
whole.
Images and words are my own.
What a beautiful and insightful poem, @trucklife-family! I love it! 😁 🙏 💚 ✨ 🤙
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That was a beautiful art work.