The sky sighed, oh dear, my troubled angel,
why fight your way to earth-grounded dreams
with rusty tools, digging, and a broken-down plow,
when you can lift up your eyes to dreams that live high
and breathe in the air like you’ve been blessed to do.
Climb onto my wings and trust I know where
your highest dreams wait. They are ready for you
once you choose to look up and dare to believe
you don’t need to dig; you can fly.
~ cj 2014.06.22