Did you every dream of
Strapping on your custom-made wings
Made of gathered and lovely found things
Buckling a harness
Of hope
Tightening the tether to the sky
And soaring away for a very short stay
Sent off by the caw caw caw
Of an army of annoying black crows
Into the cloud covered day
As you glide down the bend in the arcs
Where the earth melds with blue hued sky
While you whisper a million whys
Landing, a soft crash landing
Mercy breaking your fall
You stand to face the day
This little part of your dream
Occurrs
Right after you toss Adam and Eve under the bus
For causing all of the pain
In the first place
For all of us
They started this cycle of pain
And it is so easy to blame
Eve and Adam
For all the sadness
Jesus I am so glad You came
Here
To a world of hurt
Where sin covers us up like
Dirt
And you reach for the plank in your eye
And ask why oh God oh why
Well neither have I.
elizabeth w. marshall 