Wild Birds Our Sages
Wild birds our sages;
we be trapped in cages.
How sweet the outside sound
for larks that are housebound.
We bump against the walls —
our bones afraid of falls.
In sore fettered season,
we might lose our reason.
How sweetly the wind sings,
the delightful cell rings.
Free prisoners of lock —
birds of a feather flock.
Together in spirit,
winged angels don’t fear it.
Dear saints God’s never thrown;
Doves we’re never alone.
3/17/2029
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