Member Poem

I’ve finally learned how to walk on air,
Taking soft and gracious steps toward heaven,
And not to fall down.
It’s fun! It’s easy.
I know.
I just have to be lighter than sky
And brighter than light.
I have to be free from anger and greed,
They have too much weight
To fly with.
And jealousy is a dangerous thing,
My wings will be burnt by its fire.
Joy is what lifts me up, like balloons.
And Love.
You can’t see my flight?
It’s fine.
It’s still fun
For me.