Flying

To be able to fly wherever I wanted to go. To be able to see mountains of clouds as I pass by without need of riding an airplane. Imagine such a freedom. Imagine touching the face of the sky with your bare hands. Imagine looking back and seeing the world busily preparing for a brand new day. You don’t need wings. You don’t even need a broomstick. All you know is that you can fly – heaven!

Check Jocelyn's books:

"Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief", "Mend My Broken Heart", "Questions to God", "To Love an Invisible God", "Defending My Catholic Faith", and more - click here.

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