Meeting You Mid-Air

Friends in high places

where air oxygenates the blood

A robin cocked his head and listened

and when he finished not one neon street light glistened.

The dog returned no longer worried by empty lampstands.

Potter’s grace to shape this fledling little tree

that wants to fly to be free and patrol others safety.

Green light, all stations go,

Join God’s royal air force in full flow.

All living things need pruned to grow,

to ascend mid-air, unforseen heights traverse

settle not to stay cemented below drinking

grapes of wrath and enemies bloodbath.

RMEMME (c) 2017

Dedicated with thanks to Venerable Margaret Sinclair


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