As a kite named Elijah...

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3/9/16 A depiction of my son's imagined journey

The winds are getting stronger,

large trees are bending before it,

as supplicants to a King.

My three year old son,

full of light and wonder,

words pouring out of his mouth

like handfuls of glittering diamonds

passed between the palms of God.

My three year old son,

shining his joyous light

into the dark recesses of my heart,

he wants to turn himself into a kite.

Blow himself away,

sailing through the sky

held in the gentle hand

of a breeze...

all the way to his Grandparents.

 

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