Go Fly a Kite

You
might
want to play
with a yo yo; up,
down, up down, always
in the same place; but me? I
want to go fly a kite. You might want
to read your books, learning about the world
and beyond; but me? I want to go fly a kite. You
might want to take up pen and paintbrush, and make
beautiful pictures, but me? I want to go fly a kite.
I want to tumble and turn in the sun’s first
rays; soar on the breath of the Spirit
and scribe ‘LOVE’ across the
clouds, because only
when I fly my
kite, will
yo
yo,
book,
paint-
brush
and
pen
make
any
sense
to
me.

© Sr. Sandra CSBC
March 2015


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