Wings in Flight

My wings appear from a depth of heartache and unfold into peaceful strength .

My wing span is long.... enough to embrace the wind currents of new dimensions of this life.

Each feather is a color of beauty , of power, fortitude, light.

I float on the clouds of a calmness that surpasses my understanding.

I know.

The bird in flight needs his wings to take him to a resting place, the end of a migration route.

The new route will come in time.

There is no map for that way, it is open.

Upon the return, new feathers will emerge. Beautiful wings with the power to fly to new heights.

I am that bird in flight.

Where I go, only the bird watcher knows....