A wall flower, they say;
an eagle I say.
I sit here on the mezzanine and watch the beautiful people milling around aimlessly -glass in hand, smile on face, every hair and pleat in place. Listen in: “Oh, darling, that is such a darling dress; let me tell you about the most darling little nook on the most darling street in—would you believe—the most darling little chateau…”
Peopled in – like walls snug around them. Walls too complex to find a way out. Room too snug to take off in flight. What will they do when they realize they are in a maze, a maze of their own making? Me? No maze on this mezzanine. At any moment I may fly.
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.Isaiah 40:31
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