wings flutter
heart beat
with fresh blood
bright red, oxygenated
with hope and love
freedom
coursing through
flaccid veins
startled, now dilated
shoring a wild river
each potent beat
I saw an
exuberance
I sensed a heart
full of love
and loved beyond
measure
I heard
a voice
bubbling over
with excitement
you wanted me to
to see what
you were seeing and
for the first time
I saw you free
a symphony
ethereal synchrony
pulse of a life
awakened
proof of life
soared upward
toward the heavens
angels' song
abruptly hushed
bend an ear to hear
a new song of
spirit's revival
they capture every note
and begin singing
heavenly choir
lifting notes drifting
up from the
realm between
heaven and earth
a feather floats slowly
to the ground.
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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Comments (3)
This feels like both a celebration and a quiet moment of grace.
I felt a spirituality to this, Colleen especially with the mention of angels and the white feather.
Oh my, this was stunningly wonderful! Loved your poem!