and rise from my soul
like paper cranes
lifted by an updraft from some hidden vent.
Cranes like the ones my grandfather
used to make for me
during church when I was small
to help me be reverent and still.
Yes, these thoughts are like those cranes:
reverent and joyful,
fluttering and rising
toward something beautiful.
Perhaps God gives me such thoughts
to help me pause
in reverence and awe
and be still.
3 thoughts on “Flutter and Rise”
You are very multi talented! You were a great example to a young woman as a missionary. A wonderful woman and mommy, now a very talented poet. Yup, Heavenly Father made you great!
You are too kind, Jenna. I feel it such a privilege to know you and your family. You are wonderful examples to me.
Here’s to more fluttering and rising!