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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Year(s) (01/20/11)

TITLE: Your Gift To Soar
By Henry Clemmons
01/23/11


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Rare reddish wrens ride morningís wind in rare fashion,
Their little wings have learned to soar as new dayís heat rises,
They sing a meaningless song to untrained ears,
But
I have lived dozens of years
And have learned the song of rare reddish wrens at daybreakís light.

Not all birds hatched with shorter frame and smallish wings know how to soar,
They usually flap and beat the wind in tiring, work-like fashion,
But rare reddish wrens donít wrestle with wind,
They soar and sing songs
That I have learned to hear as night dissolves in light;
Through the years of my life.

There was a time, if I were a bird; I would have been a flapper,
I fought the wind and never sung songs as dawn was drawn into a new day,
I flapped and flapped and flapped, never knowing the wind was my friend,
Until
I heard the song of the rare reddish wrens at daybreakís light:

We sing praises to you, Lord,
As we ride the morning wind.

We sing praises to you, Lord,
As we soar with our friend.

We sing praises to you, Lord,
As we see your day begin.

Forever more,
Forever more,
We adore your gift to soar,
Forever more.

Itís not about how fast we fly
And if we get their first.

Itís not about how much we get
And if we get the most.

Itís all about your presence
And singing praise to you.

Forever more,
Forever more,
We adore your gift to soar,
Forever more.


It was the daybreak following years of night that I first heard the rare reddish wrens in flight,
It was Godís grace I began to feel the wind on my face and a fresh song in my ear,
And I saw the rare reddish wrens soar as they praised the Lord as a new day glided into being.
I too, now, sing praises to the Lord every morning,
Of every day,
In every year:

I sing praise to you, Lord,
As I ride the morning wind.

I sing praise to you, Lord,
As I soar with my friend.

I sing praise to you, Lord,
As I see your day begin.

Forever more,
Forever more,
I adore your gift to soar,
Forever more.



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Virgil Youngblood 01/31/11
As beautiful as a psalm. God is worthy of our praise,indeed.
Laury Hubrich 02/01/11
What a gift- to always be able to sing with the birds, knowing without doubt that God takes care of all our needs. Soaring is a gift, indeed. Thanks for sharing this Psalm-like entry!
Rachel Phelps02/01/11
Henry, I always leave one of your poems with something to ponder. This is no exception. Lovely, lovely imagery with a message to match. Thank you.
Shelley Ledfors 02/01/11
This is lovely. I don't often leave comments on poetry, since I'm not a poet so feel unqualified. But I know I sure like the "feel" of this. Out of everything you could have chosen rare reddish wrens just seems perfect.
Cheryl Harrison 02/01/11
This is beautiful. God has giving you a wonderful poetic gift. Keep it up!
Mona Purvis02/02/11
Henry, I learned a new tongue twister, 'rare reddish wrens ride'. I tried to say it fast about 3 times and dissolved into laughter. Then I settled down to enjoy another of your masterpieces. Laughter melted into tears as I asked God to help me to soar more.
What a lesson. What a writer.

Mona
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/02/11
This is simply divine and a well-timed reminder for me.
Ann Grover02/02/11
I loved the references to the wind -- especially the morning wind -- which brings sweetness, but also could carry a power we feel incapable of bearing. It is indeed a gift to soar and not "wrestle." Thank you.
Verna Cole Mitchell 02/03/11
Truly beautiful poem--another offering from your gifted, praiseful heart. Congratulations on placing in EC. Definitely worthy!
Rachel Phelps02/03/11
I am so glad this got an EC - such an amazing poem. Well done!
Loren T. Lowery02/04/11
Glad to see this got the recognition it deserves. I could easily identify with so many of the stanza and that's what a poem should do - be introspective while, at the same moment, be universal.