The I Am of Wings

 


Whispering leaf bones of pines

emerald my window as the last gasp

of winter foams the horizon.

 

My heart lifts a psalm of spring

in goosebumps along my arms.

 

The constancy of season’s change

breaks the glue of grief I’ve been mired in.

 

For a few chords of hallelujahs

I am the wings I begged God to send me.


©Susie Clevenger 2021

The Sunday Muse #149

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  1. ZanderFebruary 27, 2021 at 4:55 PM

    This is so compelling and encouraging! Thank you for sharing.

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  2. Carrie Van HornFebruary 27, 2021 at 5:06 PM

    Your heart's psalm is hopeful and gorgeous and could take us all to flight! This is a beautiful beautiful poem Susie!!

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  3. CharleyFebruary 27, 2021 at 5:22 PM

    "...give thanks in all circumstances...." And, if possible, do it with goosebumps! An uplifting poem.

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  4. robkistnerFebruary 27, 2021 at 9:52 PM

    Beautiful prayer Susie! Amen...

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  5. Gillena CoxFebruary 28, 2021 at 5:54 AM

    The second verse grabbed me and wouldnt let go. Luv it

    Happy Sunday

    Much💗love

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  6. HelenFebruary 28, 2021 at 6:18 AM

    Gorgeous poetry, Susie. A ‘feel good’ on this Sunday morning.

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  7. C. SandlinFebruary 28, 2021 at 6:54 AM

    Glorious! Love the way this catches me up in the lift at the end.

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  8. JimFebruary 28, 2021 at 12:44 PM

    We had been having Spring, after a brief week of Midwest winters, now we are approaching Summer very fast, high 70's and low 80's here, typical for our mid-March summer start. But not read constant this year? ("constancy of season’s change") I loved the last consoling lines,
    "For a few chords of hallelujahs
    I am the wings I begged God to send me."
    ..

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  9. qbitFebruary 28, 2021 at 5:53 PM

    "emerald my window" - great verbing of the noun. Very evocative. "I am the wings I begged God to send me." - that is perfect. Wonderful.

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  10. indybevMarch 1, 2021 at 6:59 AM

    Those of us in the northern climes greet early signs of Spring with a resounding hallelujah. You said it beautifully!

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  11. DigiDaddy WorldJune 10, 2021 at 11:40 AM

    Amazing choice of words
    Love this

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