I sought to fly.

The heights of possibility screamed at me like so many incessant howling dogs.

The wind seemed to whip in delightful fury, as if whispering the promise of unabated lift.

I cared not about the inherent weakness in my wings. I gave no consideration to what stress, heat, and friction could do to my infrastructure.

With reckless abandon, I went out in a blaze of human wreckage, not ever reaching the golden sun.

You see, the fires of living Hell would seek to have us; melting us in the smoten pile of our own sinful decisions. Covered with the burnt feathers of our man made wings.

Yet, Almighty God has other plans.

But to you who fear my name shall the sun of righteousness arise with healing in its wings. You will go out, and leap like calves of the stall. Malachi 4:2