The Buzzard

I’m flying high
I want to sing and scream
And cry
For joy.

I soar, I swoop
On wings of faith
And legs of hope.
Wind ruffles my feathers
And alters my course
What do I see now?
Should I pause?

On high
Your world is small to me
Master of all I survey
I see no boundaries
Only patterns
A patchwork quilt wrapping mother earth
Keeping her warm until I return.

Please don’t try to shoot me down
Fly here with me
Let’s spread our wings and soar together
For eternity.