Not too far from my job, there is an airport park that I have been wanting to visit for quite some time. After work, all I want to do is get home, so I have not been there in several years. On the weekends, my family is not interested in watching those boring planes come and go. So today, I decided to treat myself to this relaxing past time, and when I got home, I jotted this down. Maybe one day, I'll rewrite it and flesh it out...
On the Breath of God...
You give a lioness roar down the runway, and as you ascend, your wings turn gracefully towards your destination.
Unlike the eagle, you soar to heights beyond the clouds, over the mountains and over the seas.
Carefully you align your wings on the breath of God, balancing dreams, hopes and lives.
Into the gleaming rays of the sun you leave, sometimes returning home on the extended beams of the moon.
Like a lioness, you protect those you carry from the elements, whether tropical, wintry or somewhere in between.
When you descend, bringing forth expectation, you gently release your powers, turbines whirling, acquiescing to the powers that be.
As I stand and watch you grow from a small speck in the distance, to the speeding, vibrant, airplane coming in for a landing in front of me, I can't help but wonder: How do you work? How do you stay airborne?
I am glad that you were conceived and borne from the seed of "why not" within the fertile minds of Orville and Wilbur.
I am just glad that you are.
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