Inspired by photography of Brooke Shaden at: http://brookeshaden.com/gallery/
Photo credit: Fear of Falling by Brooke Shaden
we paste rags, dead leaves
on pathetic cut-paper wings
then tie them to our backs,
flap arms and hope like mad
to fly away from barren cliffs.
a dangerous fog of smug
self-sufficiency muddles
our minds and fills us with
secret, dark, well-founded
fears of crashing on rocks.
if we open our hearts and
minds to receive his Spirit
to dare believe in a Love
who is wiser and stronger
than us, to bow in humility
his face will shine through
thick fog, remove our fears
(except healthy fear of him)
fit us with love’s living wings
and raise our spirits to soar!
a poem in my pocket 
Sep 25, 2014 @ 23:20:59
lovely…I can’t quite imagine letting go of all the fear…trusting & opening your heart like that can be hard…but worth the flight.
Sep 24, 2014 @ 23:32:14
fit us with love’s living wings and raise our spirits to soar! … I’m hoping so. Lovely ending.
Sep 24, 2014 @ 23:18:26
love…and what we can receive from him is far better than any wings we can manufacture…that is for sure…
Sep 24, 2014 @ 21:50:26
fear, like a brick wall at times; makes opening our hearts so much harder. Nice write.
Sep 24, 2014 @ 17:00:56
I like the spiritual turn from the second to the third stanza ~ Thanks for the second poem ~ This is a gem to read ~
Sep 24, 2014 @ 18:20:32
Thank you, Grace, for your comments…and for an inspiring artist poetics at d’verse!
Sep 24, 2014 @ 16:06:30
fear is always our worst enemy.
Sep 24, 2014 @ 19:44:50
Yes, fear keeps us down and holds us back…