If you get this poem

I guess I should be worried about you... this is a deep part of me and it scares me a little to know I wrote this... hummmm is there a market for really bad heart felt poems.

No Wings

Looking up for wings
Blind to a stranger’s help
And deaf to words of hope
No wings

When the head is bowed in prayer
Look for the blessed light
Listen for the gentle rustle of grace
No wings

Don’t search for wings
Because eyes need proof
The soul knows the truth
No wings

Patricia J. Weaver