It's joy that gives us wings [#38Dennis]

It's joy that gives us wings

         for Dennis Smith

We must stay tethered lest we float away to feathered castles where tall spires part the grey and light streams down forever. No need to ask your pardon for our laughter. It's only gas that bloats us, urges us to flit forever upward. Your ropes hold fast our sanity, anchor our reality. We beg release to seek the sky.

This is why we're who we are. Your iron feet are bound to earth; our minds join wisps of spirit-wind in flight. Our lives stretch out to pale thin threads. You look right through us. If sustenance be gold and silver we have no use for mundane things. It's joy that gives us wings.

We hold out fingers as if to grasp our dreams that lie beyond the reach; we seek each other; try to understand there's more to making Life a spirit vessel than sand and clay.

Yet still on this Thanksgiving Day we're bound to you. Otherwise we would float up to space and aliens would see us. They would be the ones with the parade.

© Kåre Enga [168.259] #38 November 2011; revised and edited February, March 2013.

Prompted by: "Otherwise it would float up to space and aliens would see it", he said, "they would be the ones with the parade." Emilio Rios, age 8.

Note: earlier version

We must stay tethered lest we float away to dream castles where tall spires part the grey and light streams down. No need to ask your pardon for our laughter. It's only gas that fills us up and helps us float forever upward. Your ropes hold fast our sanity, anchor us in reality. We beg release to seek the sky.

This is why we are who we are. Your iron feet are bound to earth; our minds join wisps of spirit-wind in flight. Our lives stretch out to pale thin threads. You look right through us. If sustenance be gold and silver we have no use for mundane things. It's joy that gives us wings.

We hold out fingers as if to grasp the dreams that lie beyond our reach; we seek each other; try to teach you that there's more to making Life a spirit vessel than sand and clay.

Yet still on Thanksgiving Day we are bound to you. Otherwise we would float up to space and aliens would witness our rainbow parade.