Fly!
With broken wings she tried to fly
Her aim was straight, the goal so high.
She’d seen the others glide and soar,
far, out and over the ocean’s shore.
She too wanted to spread her wings
and do all sorts of magnificent things.
But in her mind she was stuck in the past
and could not move beyond the looking glass.
Although her wings were healed and well,
she still relives that day she fell.
She only rememebers the pain of flying
when her wings and her spirit were broken from trying.
If only she would break out and try
she’d see that her only limit was the sky.
~Tamara L. Redfern 7/8/09
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Maa sha Allah!! I love the poem Teacher T!
If only we would practice being like children – who live in the moment – rather than replaying a past that is no more. This is what allows true play – in this case, flying.
I like this reminder. JazaakiLlahu khair.
I thought that was so pretty and it felt like it was made for me and you. That is just the way people often feel after being away from thier natural setting, also they must never stop trying no matter what keep on and you will succeed. I just love your work. May God bless you and yours always love,love,love you. Mom!
beautiful!! Masha Allah
Jazak Allahu Khair Sister Noora
Thanks for popping by!
T~T