Soaring high. In the wind it shall glide.
Thrown away so it can climb.
Whispering, as it hovers above the clouds.
Traversing the heavens whilst tied.
Ascending! Let the strings stretch!
As it dances with the air in the open fields.
It might be tangled, avoid the trees.
Wind the strings back if needs be.
The sun is setting. So shall be the light.
Havoc may be raised by dark skies.
Settle not. Go home now.
Tomorrow is another flight.
(Reflection on Deuteronomy 31:6 and Jeremiah 29:11)
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