A kite came here,
As a messenger to a little girl.
She didn’t see the message right away.
This kite made a wide circle of experience
Around the girl, for her instruction.
She loved the kite the moment she saw it.
It seemed too bright and happy for her to bear.
When she brought it home and beheld it there,
Something opened up inside her that felt like hope.
It felt so good, she almost didn’t want to let the kite fly.
But the lure of seeing it against the blue sky was strong.
So she took her kite outside to the breezes.
The kite smiled at her in the bright summer sun
And almost immediately, flew up and away,
And wrapped it’s string in a high tree
And fluttered there, in sight, but far out of reach,
Still smiling, and agonizingly beautiful.
It felt to the little girl as if it was taunting her!
She ran to her bed, and cried, and kicked.
And, in the tree is where the beautiful kite spent it’s summer.
It fluttered high above the house, looking sometimes as if
There was a child holding it’s string there.
But this kite had a calling, a destiny
To flutter instead, with it’s string being held
By a branch of a large tree.
Weeks passed, and bright sun and summer storms
Faded the colors of the beautiful kite.
One night, a wild wind blew
And the branch that held the little kite
Broke, and they both dropped to the ground.
The kite was whipped by the wild wind,
But it held on to it’s branch,
Unwilling to leave the little girl.
An angel had been watching this drama.
This servant of God picked up the kite
And carried it to a safe place in the forest.
Living in the natural world and flying with every breeze,
The kite had become wild,
And had forgotten how to live with little girls.
The angel reminded it to smile and laugh again
And to be jovial, and encouraging.
After a few days had passed, the angel returned with the kite
And placed it by the path where the girl would sometimes walk,
Far from her house, but safe from the wind.
Only her dogs saw it, at first. There, the kite waited,
Yearning helplessly toward each distant breeze.
Then, one day, right before Christmas,
The girl’s bratty little brother,
Who she blamed for the loss of the kite,
Came in from playing,
Holding the friendly little kite toward her.
She screamed, and ripped it from his fingers
Hugged it against her chest,
Lamented the loss of it’s bright colors.
The kite felt her affection, and stirred to it, but was silent.
As she carried it into her warm, snug bedroom,
Cooing to it, she perceived the sweet smile
That the angel had reminded the kite to show.
In fact, the kite was contented to offer the smile,
And to be still and quiet in her warm room
Because it’s mission with her was ended.
The girl would never forget her experience with the kite,
Or it’s patient guidance in her youth.
She displayed the kite on her wall and kept it there,
Where she could always see it’s wise and weathered smile.
And the kite never fluttered in the wind again.
