Monday, September 24, 2012

Soar High

 




    spinning movements
 in space and time
trapped  in a cyclone
two forces
in a tug-of-war

 down under
 gravity pulls me
to drink myself
in oblivion
soul drenched in pleasures
calloused wings dropped me down

up above
 the harp plays
cherubs chant
 hymns of hope

the Supreme's love
 raises me up
from the heavens
a glimmer of light 
 beckons

soar high
 never give up
never fly down

Posted for: Mag 136
Image credit:    Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle




7 comments:

  1. .. 'soar high, never give up, never fly down ' ~~ what a mantra!!

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  2. Yes, those angel wings can save us from the depths of drinking.

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  3. Enjoyed your poem especially the end!

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