Sprinkle: Dedicated

by SprinklinThoughts

stood he on edge of cliff
of such breathtaking height
that his head did spin

knew he had to jump
for time had come
to learn to fly

wings of faith
holy and pure
vibrating ready

thought of spiritual sister
only one who spoke
the words “Holy” and “Pure”

simply saying these
with condemnation none
brings closer to Father

who grants
wings of faith

thought he
of her
by his side

and said he to she
when we do fly beneath a sky
sequined black velvet, opalescent blue

through galaxies
large and minute
what shall we do

speak, write, paint
give life where due

but to learn to fly
we must jump
ready, set, go

ever with love,