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Translating heaven I slow down

and hear the songs of angels

once muted by the din of inattention

gently weave the sleepy cloths of dream

into earthly clothing


Translating earth I feel my body

and remember forgotten toil

long patience that made the impossible possible

and in these sensations I search to find form

a message of use to those learning to fly


Noticing the moments in a stream of choice

that lift us or bring us down

I shape my pedagogy of flight

and practice again and again

singing the song of love


We’re flight’s apprentices blessing our fleet

may all be peaceful and light

may all be safe

free to step into the sky

free to return soundly to earth

© Tavis Linsin

First Published in USHPA Pilot Magazine

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