I pray that you might catch
a blue sky thermal in your glider ride
of life that will lift you up
out of the doom and gloom of the ground
on which we all stand and carry you
to new heights amidst the puffy white clouds.
Posted by: John | March 1, 2017
Soaring Prayer
Posted in Poetry, Prayer/Meditation
There’s nothing like flying a glider.
Pure flight.
Just you and the plane…
and the silence.
Peace.
By: Georgiann Weaver on March 1, 2017
at 1:23 pm