If only we could be birds.
No need for clothing; just a beautiful coat of feathers that we groom ourselves.
No need for a constant supply of water.
The rain will be our bath.
We will only eat what is needed.
We will only consume things of the earth; nutritious and always plentiful.
We will not have to beg; just find.
There is a surplus of space.
Space to roam.
Space to discover.
We travel in flocks.
We’re never alone, unless you desire.
You can go anywhere.
To the right or left.
Go as high as the Lord will let you.
Flapping then soaring.
Oh the joy!
To be able to glide and let the air be your strength.
Eyes wide open.
The possibilities are endless.
Ready. Ready for what’s ahead.
There’s much to see.
You can look down on the happenings of the world.
Pray over everyone.
They cannot hear you.
But you are just a little closer to Heaven’s gates.
Can you taste it?
