Journey not the destination

Did you for a moment see the wings beating against gravity?
Defining flight on feathered fingers gathering air currents.
Head casting to and fro in search of a perch.
Suddenly swept by unseen forces to broaden her search.
Like her flight are we when casting our hopes on mortal passions.
Sifted by unseen fingers thrusting us toward fearful chasms.
Born aloft on faiths undying currents steadied by hopes eternal branches.
Journey not the destination is the purpose for our flight.


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