Oh, Pinions

Oh, Pinions!
I clipped my wings so I could fly;

Soar higher than before. 

My focus has moved to my wing’s length-

I’m stuck here on the floor.
My gaze weighs so heavy 

That it pulls unwanted thoughts in…

Moving me deeper in this cage;

My head’s beginning to swim!
I was meant to fly ; even past 

Intimidating Mountains that block the Sun.

So watch me now as I take the plunge;

Allowing my feathers to be undone-
For it’s not by my strength the wind carries me great distances through the sky;

Jesus remind me that You’re holding me

As You teach me how to fly.

Making the Hair Cut

Gentle eyes watch white whiskers disciple fluff to change their colors. Redefined as a state that represents wisdom, some have chose to bail! Oh crown of glory, take pride in your assembly!!