Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Unencumbered


Flocklets 
rise
from their
wing-covered
slumber
flying sonnets
across
cotton dotted
pale blue
erasing clouds
on their way
to the destined
day
given
ordained
orchestrated
by the Lord.
What will they do?--
unencumbered
by distractions
false weights
burdens, worries
they were never
meant to carry?
They'll eat of
the smorgasbord
already laid out,
confidently peck
a warning
to any
who dare
intrude
on The Plan,
then soar!
hailing drafts
resting
in full flight
and not worry
who will lead
the way
to tonight's
dreams.
Turns 
will be taken
according to strength
there is no shame
to be the ones
who must be
carried
at the ends
of the vee
Vita!
for when
they are
refreshed
they will lead
again
or
simply
be content
as
the strong link
between
one
and all
working
for the good
of the whole
never comprehending
humility
or arrogance
in rank
concerned only
instinctively 
with doing
the will
of God.