08/27/2025
Fly with the Raven
I am going to fly with the raven and fly away, Carry me through the storm, where shadows play.
With wings of night, we soar so high, Above the clouds, where dreams can lie.
Through ancient winds, we glide with grace, In the raven's eyes, I find my place.
The storm below, a distant roar, In this sacred flight, my spirit soars.
The lightning's flash, the thunder's call, Yet in the raven's flight, I feel no fall.
We dance with winds, both fierce and free, In this embrace, I find my plea.
Oh, raven guide, through tempest wild, In your dark wings, I am a child.
Teach me strength, in storm's embrace, To find my path, to know my place.
The rain may lash, the winds may howl, But in your flight, I wear no scowl.
For in the storm, I find my peace, A journey's end, a soul's release.
Through valleys deep and mountains high, With raven's wings, I touch the sky.
In nature's arms, I find my way, Through night and storm, to light of day.
Oh, raven wise, with eyes so keen, Show me the truths I've never seen.
In your flight, I find my song, A melody where I belong.
With every beat of raven's wing, I hear the ancient spirits sing.
Of strength and hope, of love and grace, In this wild flight, I find my place.
So carry me, oh raven dear, Through storm and night, I have no fear.
For in your flight, I am reborn, A soul renewed, a heart unshorn.
In this sacred dance, we find our way, Through stormy night to break of day.
With raven's wings, my spirit's free, In this wild flight, I find me.
Love,
Mechelle
