As a thought grows wings
My only hope in this day of intent
To fly over those pits of belief
That has chained me to the depths.
That I may in an ever-increasing manner
Soar above and from deceit in ways and words
To the lofty plateau residing in lands of truth
Finding comfort that will be shared
With words that not yet have been said
To greet those along the road
And give them wings to fly away
With many friends of a feather
That are seeking to give comfort
And rest with written words of truth
Embraced in word and deed.

Wayne Anthony Sturgeon