Faithful August 2, 2024 A bird dreams of the sky so high,Aware she’ll never touch the sky.Yet wings spread wide, she soars away,Leaving earth far behind each day.In dawn’s light and dusk’s soft glow,We chant God’s names in reverent flow.Seeking His essence, though far it seems,In faith we find our spirit’s dreams.Though we may never reach the height,In flight and prayer, we find our light. 1