She left her wings
And left me just standing here
What was I to do
Now that she was gone?
She left her wings neatly draped over the kitchen chair
Did she not think that I wouldn’t notice or that I wouldn’t care?
How would she fly high, how would she soar?
I feel so empty now without her
I don’t think I have anymore
What can I do?
I feel so hollow and empty
How do I walk through this opaque fog?
She left her wings hanging
I don’t think they were ever used
I don’t like seeing that she left them behind
But I always seem to notice them
Out of the corner of my eye
I stood by the kitchen sink
Washing my hands
And started to think
Why did she leave her wings behind?
How could she fly?
Why, why, why?
Like the wings of a dove, carrying a message of peace from above
Or like the wings of a nightingale, with a breath of compassion, like the wind on a sail
As long as there’s love
There’ll always be hope
She was the kindest, most loyal, most compassionate, the happiest, most caring, most loving, most honest, and giving, and sharing of anyone I ever knew
Then I heard a voice that sounded like hers
And I stared at the empty chair
With her wings that were still there
And my body suddenly felt lighter than feathers
And she said, “You know. You do.”
And I didn’t. And she said, “You do. You know all that is true. I give and I share, and I think of you, too. I left those wings for you.”
And the tears rolled down my eyes.
And I looked over again at the wings she had left. Wondering.
If they were my size.
When the Angels are in heaven
And of all the great things
That they may have
They pass down a set of wings
To anyone they might feel
That needs to lift themselves up
And fly and soar
Open your eyes
There’s wings everywhere
A chance, a blessing, an opportunity, an open door
At the best of times
At the worst of times
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