wings with holes

birds flying under a pink sky

damage is often hidden, blurred in the flutter

of our wings, yet is

impossible to conceal

from anyone alert to how we feel despite

appearances…

who cares to let love and truth

be their guide, stay open to sweet, new

vistas of birdsong—prayers

for healing inside

this poem appears in my book Roses in Winter and is about the need we have to be healed where we have been wounded, so that we may fly, as we were born to do; there is nothing that needs be done, from the Lord’s perspective, that hasn’t been done through the atoning, redeeming act of Christ’s Sacrifice for us that might prevent this healing from staying

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

I write books and host retreats to bless the JOURNEY

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