~a pondering (from last night)~
Pulling up to the intersection, I was stopped by the red light. The north wind blew so strong the flag in front of the church was held in a perfect upright position. That’s when I noticed the bird. Just higher than the flag, off to the right. Wings spread wide. Soaring beautifully. She didn’t need to work any longer, for the wind beneath her wings carried her effortlessly. She angled up, then down, then back. Taking a stroke of her wings only on occasion when an adjustment was necessary. There were times when she seemed to be soaring in stillness, the wind holding her in place as if time and space no longer existed. Might this be a glimpse of the heavenlies?
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I was having dinner with my parents tonight, celebrating my mom’s day of birth. When she got the news. Dear friends of hers had lost their daughter, granddaughter, and sister. We parted ways so she could be available to them.
On my drive home I pondered a few happenings from earlier in the day. On my mid-afternoon walk, the wind was so strong and cold (which has been the unusual norm this February through now), when a line from a poem popped into my head.
The wind sweeping by are whispers “I love you.”
I wrote that line when my aunt moved to heaven almost three years ago. I laughingly told her I preferred her windy “I love yous” when the weather was warmer but was glad she was joining me on my walk.
Later that afternoon, the song “Wind Beneath my Wings” by Bette Midler played on my Pandora channel. The beautiful and fitting lyrics caught my attention so I re-listened.
As I pulled into the garage, the sun-setting low bringing about the darkness of night, I reflected on how grief touches us all.
For those who have been the wind beneath our wings, when they’re no longer here in this earthly realm, may we remember that in the midst of our sorrow, they are now beautifully soaring with the angels.
fly, fly, so high against the sky
so high I almost touch the sky
thank you, thank you
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings
In loving memory of those who leave us too early.
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