Well I do believe that I am lifted, and encouraged by having wings and yet in these times of smoke and ruins,
they’re actually essential for our very survival….not the dark wings of course, formed in fire,
and the storms of our scars, but the wings shaped from the earth, and sky and oceans, blended…
so beautifully with our heartsongs.
Some say rivers are more powerful, but I’m not sure that’s true. Both can run through us and within us
bringing us hope in supernatural ways……
Ain’t that amazing??
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