PAINTING MY OWN WINGS
Throughout my whole life I wanted to fly.
One day, I stood on the top of a mountain
watching a beautiful bird soaring by.
It was so close to me
that I felt the air of its wings caressing my face.
My heart filled with desire.
“God, you are the Miracle Maker,” I yelled out.
“Why can’t You give me wings?”
And then within the whispers of my soul I heard the reply:
“I already did. I gave you a talent, didn’t I?”
My life went on.
I didn’t know how to fly,
but I knew how to paint.
One day I picked up my paint brush
and started painting my own wings.
Stroke by stroke, line by line…
and suddenly I realized,
that I was already flying.
LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2011
*Paining by Duy Huynh "Solitary Refinement"
One day, I stood on the top of a mountain
watching a beautiful bird soaring by.
It was so close to me
that I felt the air of its wings caressing my face.
My heart filled with desire.
“God, you are the Miracle Maker,” I yelled out.
“Why can’t You give me wings?”
And then within the whispers of my soul I heard the reply:
“I already did. I gave you a talent, didn’t I?”
My life went on.
I didn’t know how to fly,
but I knew how to paint.
One day I picked up my paint brush
and started painting my own wings.
Stroke by stroke, line by line…
and suddenly I realized,
that I was already flying.
LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2011
*Paining by Duy Huynh "Solitary Refinement"
