This is the tale of how I gained my wings,
With feathers and wax and other things.
But my sense was like feathers
And my luck was like wax
Lost in hard weathers
And all the fool lacks.
With courage, but lacking essential things:
This is the tale of how I lost my wings.
This is the tale of how I gained my way
On the backs of the waves through the stormy spray.
But my eyes, turning back
Made my faith fade away,
And I lost the track
Where I needed to stay.
I sank like a Stone through the salty spray:
This is the tale of how I lost my way.
This is the tale of how I gained my bride,
The fairest of all, for whom all had died.
But my heart burnt like hell,
Choking reason with lust:
My father's realm fell
Into ashes and dust.
And mine is the fault for the thousands that died:
This is the tale of how I lost my bride.
This is the tale of how I gained my strength,
The vine, and the pure, and the hair of great length.
But the vine's fruit I drank, and
I ate of the dead.
I laid 'neath the hand
That shore strength from my head.
Blinded I walk on a leash of no length:
This is the tale of how I lost my strength.
This is the tale of how I lost my throne,
Was captured and tortured, and then left alone.
For Yahweh can't see
What is sinful, and I
Became sin, so He
Might not let sinners die.
The firstborn of many, I rise not alone,
This is the tale of how I gained my throne.
These are the tales of gain that is lost;
This is the tale of the gain of the Cross.
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Ikigai
PuisiI had to let go to grasp my loss. I had to get lost to find my way. I had to fall to stand for what's right. I had to leave the old To arrive at the new. This is my journey from goodbye to farewell.
