Pelican

A bird not beautiful,

No flashy colors,

Ungainly appearance.

Waddling along.

But earth is not its element.

It belongs in the sky,

Skimming above the water

Aerodynamically configured.

Who taught it to tuck its head,

Spreading its wings,

Drafting on its mates

Inches above the waves?

We may be awkward

In this world.  Ungainly.

Inarticulate

Plodding along.

But the world is not our element.

We were meant for a better place.

There we will spread our wings,

And be totally fulfilled.

Perfected, we will bow our heads,

Soar with those of like spirit,

Come face to face

With our Creator and Redeemer.