Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…




All my troubles, I cast aside.

I sew me a wing to fly, I glide.

As I fly, the breeze caresses my face.

I marvel at God’s creating grace.

The taste in my mouth has been the salty tears.

God taught me to pray on spire of fears.

Praying Hands over a Holy Bible

How I have seen bad days and a few good days.

I even learned that heartaches don’t last always.

I know victory, and yes, the agony of defeat;

That is what you call a life of bitter sweet.

My smiles most surely never outweigh my frowns;

And my ups don’t tower far above my downs!


At times I laugh so hard I want to cry.

Then I cry so hard, I don’t know why.

I heard each tear or sigh is a stepping stone-

On my long journey home alone!

Yes, I have flown on my unseen wings;

Saw things, learned some, and observed many things.

I’ve soared with my wings, but I failed;

Yet through it all, I’ve still prevailed!! …