I rise above you higher than any of you would yearn to reach
Above the throngs of congregating people
Crying, grieving, trying to make sense
From your view on the ground.

But my view is vast
And open.

417 days I lay hovering in the shadow of God
But now I see rays of light above the clouds
No shadow
Just God.

You say your hearts are shattered
But I am whole again.

I spread my wings
And fly to my peace.

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