Freedom To Be!

Free

as the bird in the blinding blue sky,

the vastness of the huge horizon

only edging it to fly further,

higher following the song of its heart.

Free

to be, to want, to do

as the meandering mind thought,

as the winding ways of the soul dictated

without disdain, hesitation.

Freedom

to be Me,

to love,

to hug another soul

to fly high, to identify with creation.

Sunday Scribblings: Prompt- FREE

What Is Grace?

For this Week's 'Single Impression'

Grace is....

......Growing old together

Sharing grudges, lust and hope.

Trusting when the world is lost

To the terror of insensitivity.

.......Flying high like an eagle

Alone, proudly in the bright blue sky

Waiting for no one 

In the vast expanse of the splendid horizon.

..Watching that ripple in the lake.

Spreading its essence all.... over.

Letting it dissolve inside You

Finally granting you the peace you were searching for.

Prompt: GRACE

Worm Union

She sat perched

On an uneasy branch,

A withered tree

Housing crowded homes

With fledglings chirping for food.

Ma Bird looked around her

In helpless woe,

Not a grain to peck at,

Not even a teeny weenie worm!

How could she?

The worms had formed a union

Learning from the humans!