I look through the window
I see the open world
A golden glorious creation
Abundant garden of heaven.
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Above in the crystal sky
Soaring with eternity’s angels
Tasting the morning sun
Flying into vibrant light.
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Set me free like the Swift
To glide on tranquil breezes
Drift into consciousness
Lost in paradises freedom.
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And then in time return
To feast on the fruit of blessing
Refreshed from the harvest
The joy of the winds glory.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
Alan, that was goose-bump worthy! That ending line, so…uplifting! 🙂 A beautiful poem.
i have always dreamed of flying like a bird…what a wonderful freedom that would be…
This really sounds like a good life to me. Well captured, Alan!
“The joy of the wind’s glory.” I FELT the flight through your words. Wonderfully written.
Drift into consciousness … yes, truly free!
Oh to fly and glide like a swift would be lovely indeed! Thank you for sharing these thoughts.
This is beautiful … ‘soaringly’ lovely (I creating this word for you) lovely.
Oh this piece is lovely. And especially ‘The joy of the winds glory.’….fantastic.
This is beautifully written ~ I like the two ending stanzas ~ The joy of being with the wind ~
Lovely! You captured the freedom of flying beautifully 🙂
Oh, to fly like this. Beautiful!
Flight. Wouldn’t that be a kick?
love the idea of flying like a bird! fabulous last line, too!