The Wind Beneath My Wings

A pair of wings lying on the ground, turquoise, white and speckled black. None so brilliant I ever saw, but bereft of a body it was.

Those lonely wings, lying there so forlorn, never to fly again but to soon lose their colour, as they wither away into the dust we tread. And I mourned their loss .

Gazing at them I recall, the time I lost my wings. The time when I was broken and lonely, seeking comfort for the hurt no one saw. A time when the heavens were silent and the earth offered no relief , in walked a friend to rescue me.

Spirited and energetic, she entered my life, like the friend ‘ in need ‘ . Calling, everyday, never deterred by the signs of withdrawal, she persisted in encouraging me. Whittling away at the walls of hurt erected around my heart, she revealed the beauty within.

A Weekly ritual was set , over coffee we met , which she called’ Tuesdays with Mary’. With great anticipation we looked forward, to sipping that brew, exchanging views, indulging in enlightening conversations. And learning to laugh again.

Not without faults she was but knowing our weakness, we strengthened one another. A bond so sincere we formed. Sustaining each other in times of trouble, we rode life’s ups and downs, soaring once again.

Now we speak less frequently, and our meetings are seldom, as it is with life. But knowing my friend is just a phone call away and will remain the wind beneath my broken wings, is all the comfort I need .

Friends for a season friends for life, they are God’s angels who come to help. Some for a while some to stay, but they deserve our love and gratitude, always. And above all, the greatest friendship we have, is with the One who laid down His life for us .