Migration

Migration
In fall I share the dream of birds
to seek a warmer place,
To leave the cold and dark behind
for sunlight on my face .
On wings of faith I soar above
on some unchartered course
Which leads me closer to God’s love
which is itself a force .
The journey’s long and perilous
over land and time and sea ,
But then I reach the golden shore
where heaven smiles on me!
The northern winds have come and gone ,
there’s no forecast of snow ,
So I begin my journey home
to watch the roses grow.
In spring my heart is filled with hope
despite the pain I bear ,
So I return ,as do the birds ,
on a wing and a prayer !
Jan Bagwell