Grounded Angel

My golden wings are hidden;

deep beneath my skin. 

The glare of others eyes forbidden.

Their gleam of glory;sin.

Dusted feathers of gold

allow ME flight.

Dusted feathers of gold

warm Winter's bite. 

These brilliantly bold wings of mine

go, for the moment, unseen.

No other willingly see's their shine;

afraid of what, someday, will set THEM free.

Dusted feathers of gold

bless me with Heaven's might.

Dusted feathers of gold

Give me courage to fight.

For awhile, I'll abide.

For awhile, they won't be seen.

But, when God decides,

He'll make their glory seen.