Wingmakers Philosophy

Stand before this cage splashed with beauty and stealth and arranged with locks that have grown frail.

A simple breath and all life is joined in the frontier.

Here is the masterpiece of creation that has emerged from the unknown in the depths of a silent Heart.

Here is the laughter sought among rulers of death.

Here are the brilliant colors of rainbows among the spilling reds that purge our flock.

Here is the hope of forever among stone markers that stare through eyelids released of time.

Here are the songs of endless voices among the heartless dance of invisible power.

There is an evening bell that chimes a melody so pure even mountains weep and angels lean to listen.

There is a murmur of hope that sweeps aside the downcast eyes of hungry souls.

It is the fragrance of God writing poems upon the deep blue sky with pin-pricks of light and a sleepless moon.

It is the calling to souls lost in the forest of a single world to be cast, forged, and made ready for the final dream.