I aim to fly as the pelican flies,At ease with the flock, free in the sky,
Tethered to the others by grace and devotion.
I aim to trust every wing, mine and theirs,
Every wing, an instrument of sacred practicality,
Trained by holy evolution for flight and heaven.
I aim to dip, from time to time, toward the sea,
Skimming along the swelling tides, rich in foam
And hiding all manner of fish and shark and whale and krill.
I aim to live and fly as the pelican does,
Wings wet with holy water, beak tuned to communion,
Grateful for the flock that dips and skims and flies ahead.
