There is a moment
When we let go of the balloons
Those small and tugging desires
That we hope will lift us off the ground
And away from the earth
But are not quite
Up to the job.
But one day
The sky so blue
We want to see them colouring the heavens
Reflecting the Spring sun in the glistening air
And away they go..
And we are not marooned.
Though earth-bound
We enjoy delight
On the rich earth.
Sarah de Nordwall Lent 2011
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