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Watching its wings

dance with the air

I see it!

Not the bird

but the air,

the space,

that which gives me life

as I breathe

though I see only the rise

and fall of my chest

and not that which infills me

– I smile


The creator too

can not be seen

but through the actions

of his creations

and so I pledge

in faith to rise

like that bird

on the dynamic thermals

of love

that the beloved

may see herself

– and smile