The Children Who Could Fly.

Five Minute Friday: Fly

Fly by the seat of your pants today and WRITE for 5 minutes. Get in your quiet space, grab your journal and pen and write what's in your spirit. Post your masterpiece here and don't forget to share the love with the artist who linked up before you.  One love :)  Peace & Blessings and happy Friday!

One day,

in a place where there is

Life After Breath,

they will run-

without a thought in their mind,

without a care in their spirit,

without a fear in in their heart;

they will run,

wild & free.

           

Like a 747

gliding down the runway

slowly gathering momentum,

then

faster 

and 

faster,

heart pounding,

while deep,belly-laughter tickles the

soul 

with 

unspeakable

  joy....

They run.

And after all of that running,

with the strength of Sampson

in their legs,

they will rise up

     FREE.

Free from frowns and frustration,

Free from the splints, braces and chairs

that once bound them….

Free

 to take a gallant leap forward,

spread their wings 

and

fly.

"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint."  Isaiah 40:31

* loosely based on The People Who Could Fly by Virginia Hamilton

In the Fullness of His Grace

Begging your grace on today with my late Five Minute Friday post!  You know the drill!  Write for 5 solid minutes unscripted, no worries on the prompt for today.  And don't forget to share the love with the scribe that posted before you. Link up here. 

Take a breath and inhale His GRACE.

Tumultous waves thrashed and crashed against jagged rocks,

hissing and foaming,

rising up,

up,

up…

threatening to swallow anything or anyone in its path.

And like an angel,

she appeared out of nowhere and stood on the edge of the bank.

Gathering all of the breath in her tiny body,

she began to speak to the storm in a small, still voice.

Her voice was like a beautiful song – no more like

whispers of a lullaby,

enchanting,

soothing and caressing,

gently rocking the waves into a sweet, peaceful sleep.

And then she held up both hands before the waves

and looking up to the sky, 

she spoke to the heavens 

and

blessed the storm

in His name.

Master, thank you for sending her; thank you for your Grace.