I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.
The Sunlight on the GardenThe sunlight on the gardenHardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minuteWithin its nets of gold, When all is toldWe cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lancesAdvances towards its end; The earth compels, upon itSonnets and birds descend; And soon, my friend, We shall have no time for dances. The sky was good for flyingDefying the church bellsAnd every evil ironSiren and what it tells: The earth compels, We are dying, Egypt, dyingAnd not expecting pardon, Hardened in heart anew, But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you, And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden.
Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.