To Each A Task - Re-Posted

To rise above the turbulence

And soar into the light,
Feeling the wind rush through my hair
As I leap into flight.
 
It seems to me a simple thing,
So effortlessly done,
The way he rises on the wind
Into the morning sun.
 
And yet it’s something I can’t do,
A gift not given me,
And I must stand upon the shore
While he flies out to sea.
 
We each have gifts, given by God,
To use as best we can
In order to fulfill the role
That we have in His plan.
 
I cannot begrudge him that flight,
Though joining would be fun,
But, if I joined in his winged dance,
My work would go undone.
 
So I will stand upon the shore
Rejoicing in his flight,
Then joyfully pick up my pen
And find a praise to write.