Flight School

Author's Note: The following is a poem I wrote about a year ago. I was reading through an old journal and it seemed fitting to post, especially with the birds in the corner of my blog. I do feel my time to fly is nearing, that my time to take a leap of faith may be in the coming days or months. I can feel God shaping me on a daily basis. I know He is molding me into the woman of His dreams, and I cannot wait to see the results.

Flight school is hard.

Learning how to fly takes time.
It's not a lesson learned in one night.
Not in three, not in four or five,
but in months, sometimes years.

One must learn how to do the job right,
or they will spiral to the ground.

Some will doubt you,
but don't heed their lies.
They tried to learn long ago,
but impatience kept them from soaring.

You have the power of an eagle,
and are as delicate as a butterfly.
Follow the owl, and heed his every word.

Flight school is hard.
Learning how to fly takes time.
It's not a lesson learned in one night.
Not in three, not in four or five,
but in months, sometimes years.

Today is not your day,
and tomorrow does not look bright, either.
Your day is closer than it seems.
When it comes, seize the opportunity,
and soar.