Freedomsong
Apr 5, 2021
When the world
weighs upon the mind
it is hard to dream of anything higher
When claws
grip the bitter grubs of earth
it is hard for a bird to claw toward the sky
When eyes are raised toward heaven
it is easier for wings to catch the spiritwind
and flap away from the sin cursed ground
In times of soaring
it is hard to be nostalgic for the safety of dirt
that prevented the possibility of pain
but also prevented the miracle of flight
and the song of freedom
that is only released in flying