PAINTING MY OWN WINGS

Throughout my whole life I wanted to fly.

One day, I stood on the top of a mountain
watching a beautiful bird soaring by.

It was so close to me
that I felt the air of its wings caressing my face.

My heart filled with desire.
“God, you are the Miracle Maker,” I yelled out.
“Why can’t You give me wings?”

And then within the whispers of my soul I heard the reply:
“I already did. I gave you a talent, didn’t I?”

My life went on.
I didn’t know how to fly,
but I knew how to paint.

One day I picked up my paint brush
and started painting my own wings.

Stroke by stroke, line by line…
and suddenly I realized,
that I was already flying.