Restoration Man by Deb Chapman

This came out of my prayers this morning ….

Restoration Man

Twirl, dart, weaving wagtail dance
lifted high on wings of angels.
Swoop, dive down, down
into the deep blue,
rising, falling, singing
as we surf the winds of heaven.

Love unbounded,
arms outstretched
draws fragile earth in chest
holds, and hovers there.

From the belly of the dawn
strides Restoration Man.
Dazzling brightness,
blinds with sight
of all that we could be