It’s what a child cries out when begging their mother to push them on the swing.
Gut wrenching laughter with the sensation it brings.
Soaring so far that their stomach tickles and is awash with feelings.
Nearly flying out, like a stone from a sling.
Higher!
Not to be confused with the word seldom heard spoken by Donald Trump.
It’s the opposite way a fruit falls once it’s gets a bit too plump.
Or maybe it’s that feelin’ you get after being anointed king of the Krump.
That’s for those of you who just like to grove it.
Don’t know what I mean?
Then I suggest you Youtube it.
Higher!
Like when climbing up to an attic in an attic.
Notice though that I didn’t say addict.
I don’t mean that temporary haze.
Blowing through a baggie of mary jane in a blaze.
Smokin. Tokin. All the while I long for you to be awoken!
Not to blow out your high, but you’re more likely to crash instead of fly.
Expecting to find some sort of enlightenment within the smoke to the eternal question of “why?”
Higher!
Rates of taxes, fuel prices, and debt.
Enough to make anyone irate.
Things may never lower but still I wait.
Reminds me of needing patience for the girl who can’t decide what color of dress to wear.
My date.
It does seem silly to lose sleep over this.
Believing a little extra cash means a little extra bliss.
With that current societal mindset, something is surely amiss.
Higher!
Where I desire my God to take me.
Some place special.
Taking me and pampering me on His own private jet.
Setting off feelings I can’t ever forget.
Sailing above the clouds, above the eagles, and going faster than any corvette.
What I need can’t be found on this earth.
I know what’s been promised and I know my self-worth.
God, fill me up to the brim. All that I can take in.
Enough of these things that will soon pass away.
God my Abba, my Father, the One whom I always admire.
My pray tonight and forever, please always take me higher.
