Wings of Faith

I have been brought so low,

Weighed down in a dark swamp,

Slowly sinking the more I struggle.

My feelings, chaining my wrists

And ankles; trapped by pain

Of the shattered heart.

Yet feelings should not guide

Me, for they are fickle,

Betraying in a heartbeat,

So weak under the weight

Of my sorrows; drowning,

Dragged me down to death.

But I have wings of

Another kind, firmly on my

Back, wings of faith to

Lift me above all the

Darkness, self centered seeking,

So I can see with new

Eyes, given by the wing

Maker, the healer of hearts.

From the ashes of despair

I will rise with this

Gift, the wings of faith.