It’s A Little Like Flying

The speed picks up. The scene outside starts to blur.
One questions faintly, what have I done.
Then the speed is just right. The plane takes flight.
Gathering more speed as it accends in the sky.
Bluish blurs pass on by. Quiet is in sight.
The captain speaks, briefly, the flight is on track.
Food and drinks make the rounds. All sit back.
The view is spectacular. All below looks so small.
Why can we not see it, from this high view above?
All is very different, yet one can make out a house,
Look a ball field, tiny as a mouse!
The change in perspective gives one this.
A very different view, another twist.

Carried On A Wing

Faith should be more complicated
When we sit and think about it.
Yet it is naturally easy.
Like breathing.
One does not need to think of it.
It comes easy.
When practiced.
It comes to us when we need it most.
It comes to us when we face our ghosts.
It comes to us over night time scares.
It comes to us when we do not care.

Faith, carried on a wing.
Flown to greater heights.
Sores above our own awareness
To accomplish everything we need
In this moment and beyond.

No faith can be replaced.
Yet we should be wise to feed and nurture faith.
As it is what will move mountains.
And carry them away on a wing.

Love and blessings. đź’•Carrie 2019