As people we set out,
To make ourselves a name.
We want the world to know,
The triumph that we claim.

The instructions are passed out,
And a simple sheet of paper.
We then set out to build a plane,
Thus starting here, our caper.

First we’re set to make our plane,
Fashioned from what we see fit.
Then we’re told to fly our plane,
Through trial and error, not quit.

Many of us laugh and spite,
We take the sheet and fold it so.
We take the plane, then in our hand,
And pretend to fly where we must go.

We run in circles,
And up small hills.
We establish captains,
And rate our skills.

But what have we here,
This paper plane?
Where can this get us,
What can we attain?

The rain comes down,
We run inside.
Our paper planes,
Now wet, are tried.

But few of us,
The way we ought,
Take the sheet,
And write our thought.

What is needed to make a plane?
What then needed to fly?
What is needed to keep the plane,
Forever in the sky?

We’re soon to realize,
We’re lacking parts,
And knowing such,
We search our hearts.

We look to the instructions,
Then to the Instructor.
We ask for the parts,
We start to implore.

When all is said and done,
We have nothing here to show;
For what we did alone.
And none of what we know.

But when the rain falls down,
Our plane withstands,
Because the plane was built,
With the Instructor’s hands.

So when you’re given,
The paper for your plane.
Remember these words,
And consider the rain.

The Instructor is there,
To guide us; lend a hand.
All we need is ask,
And learn to understand.

Things we accomplish,
Are not on our own.
And though the journey is tough,
We’re never alone.

Paper airplanes in the sky,
Fly to day break, not dawn.
For they’re there for a second,
If only, then gone.

About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

4 responses »

  1. Sam373 says:

    Surprised that I understand. Say much more. I will listen.

  2. Eric says:

    It’s ‘plane’ to see that this is a dandy Potluck dish, Robin!

  3. Jingle says:

    lovely job…
    Thanks for sharing.

  4. Jingle says:

    Please help giving (belated) birthday wishes to 3 or 4 fellow poets:

    Thanks a lot for the support.
    Happy November!
    Your presence adds light to our space, keep shining!

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