When You Walk Gentle

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When You Walk Gentle

 

 

 

When you walk out,

gentle,

into that golden sunrise,

and you are standing

as tall as you are,

you will have remembered

to get out of your own fickle way,

you will find yourself

standing

on that precious ledge,

once again,

unfurling

iridescent transparent wings,

you'll look to see

how high you are,

you'll know where

you've been and a smile will

flash across your lightning face,

stealing

from your eyes of fire,

the last drop of a salty dream of water,

in grace-filled memory

of every incarnation

when you were drowned in Love,

 

and you'll step out into the Light,

ascending,

you'll fly,

oh God,

how you have learned to fly...

 

 

 

 

May this be the day you choose to fly once again.

 

Anna