On Silent Wings

On

 Silent 

 Wings

The years have come and gone so fast

My basket of thoughts bring so much back to me

The memories of long gone years

And of years more recently lived

They fly in on cerebral wind currents
On silent wings…silent wings.

A life given by the One above

He gave her all that she could be

And all she would have and do

She received His gifts that came to her
On silent wings…silent wings.

Who is that little girl in my mind’s eye

With her doll in the antique buggy

Her eyes so wide and filled with life

I remember her and who she was

The little girl who loved so much

Where did she go; where did she fly
On silent wings…silent wings.

This little child is who He made

To play and learn and grow

May the promise of this little lass

Be realized in days to come
As she moves through life’s labyrinth

On silent wings…silent wings.

Standing on the stage, a little blue angel

Holding a tiny violin to her chin

Her bow poised now to touch the strings

The music plays the music of her life

Listen, can you hear it sound?

As if to prepare her path it drifts away

On silent wings…silent wings.

The music of the universe

He plays so that His child can pirouette

She skips along so unaware

Following His rhythm she dances her dance

On silent wings…silent wings.

I see her now as if she were here

School days, girl scouts, violin lessons

Writing stories, holding the world dear

Becoming whom she is to be

Day by day and week by week she grows

As her years go gliding away.
On silent wings…silent wings.

Watching her in every moment

Holding her in His lap in times of woe

He sends her joyful rainbows so she can know

Her loving Father’s always drawing near

On silent wings…silent wings.

Times remembered as a blink of her eye
Walking along the path He placed her on

Some recollections seen through old photographs

Those pictures she spies in her album

 Elapsed memories of what happened before and after
Events outside the pictures now forgotten and gone
On silent wings…silent wings.

Thirteenth birthday brings on teenage years

High school Latin, Math and riding the bus

Sweet sixteen, sweet little sixteen

“I’ll take the car that has the most gas.”

Boys who come and go in a lovely whirl

Of laughter, fun, and shared times

Then graduation and off she goes

College years a blur as she flutters into life

On silent wings…silent wings.

Time passing faster and faster now

Today a wedding, tomorrow a child and then two more
They grow, rise, and circle off into their  own lives
As the cycle starts again

On silent wings…silent wings.

He blesses her at every fork in the road

Choices made and lived in a life

Sculpted by her work and guided by His
She soars onward

On silent wings…silent wings.

And now as the twilight begins to fall
He watches her so lovingly

He smiles at how she spends her time

Freed from things that had been her life

Time is His newest blessing that she receives

When she can put frosting on life’s cake

Time that used to pass so swiftly

Becomes her own again

These Golden years

Leading to the Golden reward

That will come

On silent wings…silent wings.

Written by

Corinne Mustafa 

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