Sometimes the raging river is more memorable than the gentle stream. I don't remember the song of rapture because I can't forget the scream. But somewhere between the valley's flood and the mountain's spring, if I remember I can hear the flutter of wings.
Sometimes the lightning seems brighter than the rainbow's aftermath. I linger in the rain even though the storm has passed. But somewhere between the peaceful calm and the thunder's ring, if I close my eyes and listen I can hear the flutter of wings.
Sometimes the sound that tears make is louder than that of a smile. I hold on to the heartache even though I have been rescued from the trial. But somewhere between the joy and all the painful things, if I am quiet and listen I can hear the flutter of wings.
