Thankgiving Wouldn't Be the Same Without Desserts...

God Was Always with me

Out I look,
I see it all,
and yet there's more,
to be seen.

I feel the wind against my face,
I lift my head,
flap my wings,
I fly.

Soaring, spiraling,
sailing away,
to somewhere far away,
someplace new.

I arrive here,
It's not the same,
but different,
yet somehow right.

The air not quite as sweet,
The wind not as powerful,
The sky not as blue,
I hear a whisper.

I see a familiar face up in the clouds,
I won't have to worry anymore,
I never did,
God was always with me.