Icarus

"Don't fly so high," they warn you
but the sky is so alluring
and the breezes tease your wings
as the treetops you go touring.
"Beware the burning sun,"
their voices caution you
and like a fool you soar
straight up into the blue.
The wax begins to drip
but you take it all in stride
and climb a little higher,
ignore the cries outside.
The sun begins to burn
as feathers one by one
float freely in your wake
before your strength is done.
Suddenly you're falling
down like a simple clod
distrusting now your way
and crying out to God.
Before you hit the ground
before their stricken gaze
the world begins to turn
and move in different ways.
Although the end is near
and they did tell you so
you find it matters less
in light of what you know.
For after all the flight
is but a moment's breath
uplifted by His wings
a prelude to sure death.
If you have never flown
nor felt His strength so true
then you will never know
He won't abandon you.
Mistakes are ever made
old as the setting sun
forgiveness ever new
sure as the day is done.
When all your dreams are gone
or when the days are bright
remember still His hand
will guide through every night.