[Glenn Wright]

Pentecost

The memory of that day is like a diamond,
my father’s face so full of loving light.
Into the frigid, frisky wind we climbed and
found a high expanse to fly our kite.

The uphill walk had stolen my father’s breath.
He stopped and bowed; his smile was thin and drawn.
He knew I’d have this day after his death
and hoped I’d have his faith to carry on.

He said I’d need to hold the kite up high
and run until he yelled to let it go.
The wind would lift it far into the sky
to join the angels watching us below.

I watched, impatient, as he tied the string
securely to the fragile wooden frame.
The red and yellow paper, a seraph’s wing,
caught air and soared above us like a flame.
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Edits:
S1L2: precious, clear, and full of shining light. > My father’s face was filled with loving light. > my father’s face so full of loving light.
S1L3: Into the cold and frisky wind we climb and > . . .climbed and > Into the frigid, frisky wind we climbed and
S1L4: find a hilltop perch to fly our kite. > found a high expanse to fly our kite.
S2L3: I’d have this afternoon after his death > He knew I’d have this day after his death
S2L4: to carry in my heart when he was gone. > to ease my grieving heart when he was gone. > and hoped I’d have his faith to carry on.
S3L3: shouting as it flew into the sky > We shouted as it flew into the sky > The wind would lift it far into the sky.
S3L4: so angels would guide it for us here below. > to join the angels watching us below.
S4L1: strings > string
S4L2: to the four corners of the balsa frame. > so securely to the balsa frame. > securely to the fragile wooden frame
S4L3: seraphs’ wings > a seraph’s wing