by Howard Hain
“In the same way, everyone of you who does not renounce all his possessions cannot be my disciple.”
They sail beautifully and somewhat clumsily at the same time.
It’s as if even their own weight is almost too much to carry.
Hard to imagine them bringing anything else along for the ride.
Paper-thin wings—watercolored and air-dried—the rain keeps them tucked away, hidden, out of sight.
Even little drops of morning dew keep them from flight.
But the hour will come.
Just wait and see.
Still. Quiet. Like an upright leaf.
They position their wings just right.
The sun to burn away all unwanted drops.
Have you dew-covered wings?
Does the dew of life weigh you down?
Do you want what’s unwanted to be burned away?
Have you tried pointing your wings toward the sun?
Or do you really not want to float above?
“You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free.”