revisiting the kite.

by e

and when spring finally arrived,
the kite looked as though he was dead.
Torn and tattered.

He looked nothing like the glorious kite He once was.

Numbed and silent the kite just lay on the table – lifeless.
A sorry sight to all who visited the shed.

the kite – march ’08

so what is the glory days are far passed behind.

your glory lies not with the season nor by your own efforts – your glory comes from the creator, your glory is being His created.

that is really all that matters.