Take Flight

by Elvira

I                       looked             at the Mountain,
and                  heard              the rushing river –
or,       was                  it the breeze
that                 captured         the moment – ?
closed,            I saw the
Forest Friends,                       the deer, the moss,
the bird.
Soaring,           I
became:          the Visionquest
was on:           Clouds
became           my ground,
droplets,                                 my playfellows.
for a minute,                          the Sun was truly
He                                           whose Name
is                     many.
No longer        crippled          by doubt or fear
I                       can face          the Darkness
is                     it real, or
Picture Postcard                     from the Father?

February, 2013

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