The Angel’s Rebuke
Last night I dreamed of flight.
As I flew through the night sky, I said to myself,
“Flight is sight. Flight is a feeling.
I fly on wings of desire. It’s beyond easy.
How did I ever not fly?”
Then I saw a shining Angel flying beside me.
No, it wasn’t beside me. It was holding me.
It had been holding me all along.
The Angel said,
“You think it’s easy to fly? You think it’s easy to shine?
No! It’s work to fly! It’s work to shine! It’s hard work!
But worth it.”
That was when I awoke.
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