I fly...

I fly to an unknown destination
a journey of many tomorrows.
I soar, feeling my body being lifted up.
He guides, I follow
sometimes attempting to push the clouds
till it pushes me and I drop and the ground my pillow.
I shed a tear, and He smiles.
Bandaids are a child's bestfriend.
Lesson learned? maybe so maybe not.
He lifts me up again this time my wings are experienced,
they spread out far and wide,
the wind calls my name, it knows who I am.
It knows I'm blessed, and I smile.

(c) God's child