When souls descend on this earthly plane.
To be born they glide to earth
then lose their wings.
But what if distracted by time and space.
They lose their way and become displaced.
When coming into this world
will they feel the disquiet.
Will they feel the need
to search for their place with loud denial.
A voice in the wilderness of their pain.
Till a face comes along they recognize and claim.
One such face saw mine that day.
And both our hearts leaped and
knew it to be a culmination of the same.