HAVE you ever sat on cliffs overlooking the sea and watched hundreds of sea-birds flying in and out of the
HAVE you ever sat on cliffs overlooking the sea and watched hundreds of sea-birds flying in and out of the crags in the rocks?
It can be quite mesmerising to follow their comings and goings — to their nests or just to perch and survey the scene for possible food for their young; the graceful lift of their wings as they swoop and turn and the homely fluttering as they settle down.
There may also be times in our lives when we fall to imagining what we would be like in another form altogether: “What if I could fly?” Or perhaps just do something outrageous for once?!
I offer the following poem, If I Could, written under both the conditions above, and hope it may evoke a happy memory and what it was you may have imagined yourself to be.
If I could I would Fly on a gull’s wings Soaring in the sunlit sky Swooping over the waves Settling in my nest Perched on a craggy ledge
If I could I would Stay out through the night Under a crisp, star-filled sky With no fear of the dawn Heralding a day I do not want to come
If I could I would Be held on angel’s wings Soaring to the Heart of Love Swooping storm-tossed seas Riding the crested waves Knowing the Father’s Love — Forever free