Sufficiency and Completion
When I was little, I thought the best toy around was a kite. The whole concept of
catching the world's secrets, scooping them up - along with God's breath, under my arms
to take flight like a kite could - amazed me.
It's freedom, it's flight
It's a soul unleashed, roaming, soaring, wild
It's the light at the end of every tunnel
It's one step closer to the heavens
A gentle reminder of how small we really are on earth and how hard one must work to make an impact
It's fleeting.
It's breathtaking
It's miraculous
Some may even call it a graduation.
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