When you’ve lost your wings

When you’ve lost your wings

When you’ve lost your wings 150 150 Leslie Verner

Severed by scissors,
angled and severe.
Holy hearts, diamonds, circles emerge
as corners are snipped,
possibilities removed.
Paper flutters to the floor;
wings litter the ground like waste.
We gingerly unfold,
creases and bumps smoothed,
loose edges freed.
A snowflake stretched wide.
This is nursery artistry.
Taped to the icy window pane;
winter light
beams through empty spaces.

Originally published at Leslie’s blog scrapingraisins.blogspot.com. Republished with permission.



Leslie Verner

Leslie Verner is a goer who is learning how to stay. She has traveled all over the world and lived in northwest China for five years before God U-turned her life and brought her back to the U.S. to get married. She currently resides in the U.S. at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado with her husband, an audio book narrator, and three devious, yet delightful children. She blogs regularly about faith, justice, family and cross-cultural issues at http://www.scrapingraisins.blogspot.com/ and also writes elsewhere on the web.

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1 Comment
  • “We gingerly unfold”

    I love this line, Leslie. The way it makes me think of a note to be read on paper, or white space to be breathed in. Thank you for sharing this. ❤️