Nesting

Rest from our busy picking up sticks

Rest from all of our carrying bricks

Then throwing them at

Candidates seemingly worthy

The sky is full of song

There are no clipped wings where we are going

Only free soaring

No more hunger never filled

We long for the sky

You and I 

Yet dread that first drop

So that we continually put it off

The next step to our flight

Hopping around on the ground

Does someone hear our distressed cries

Call us up and teach us to fly

Do not come down to our level and stay
Call us up to where you are, Lord
That when we are strong enough
To believe in lift we will join you

So keep on nesting up there

Perfecting every space

Til our eternal home

Becomes our only safe place

Lydiangeline 2020