Once, There Was A Flying Girl

I am in my parents room

lying alone

serenely on their bed

all of a sudden I can feel a peaceful presence

beside me

all around me

call me crazy but it feels like God

it is a calm

thoughtful presence

He urges me

to raise my arms

I extend them

as far as they go

and then a burst of wind

that must come

from God lifts me up

My feet push up from the bed

Arms bended like wings

on an airplane

and this inconspicuous wind

Somehow pulling me

like a doll on invisible strings

Pulling me further and further

Higher and higher

My eyes are closed shut

But not in fear

It's so I can only feel the motion

I am in awe

twisting my form until I am spinning

in the air

around the room

somehow avoiding every piece of furniture

even the ceiling

I am perfectly sure this is what it feels like to fly

I am gliding

soaring

Like a flying squirrel

and all the while

I feel the jubilant glee

of Father God beside me

Like me

enjoying the ride