Early June, 2016
A small yellow bird in a small blue cage, dancing along his perch, backwards,
forward, two steps forward; one step back. All his young life he has been in cages, pressed close with other tiny birds, hopping and fluttering around his whole world in the space of two seconds. He sees his chance for escape and takes it, grasps it, nipping gently the sweet brown hand, the restraining hand that sought to keep him safe.
A golden glowing flame flashes through the trees- a little bird like a tongue of fire licks up towards heaven, the bluest of blue skies for a roof and the tall and ancient birches limitless places of rest.
He circles round and round the house, exulting, triumphant, beautiful - he was born for flight, his strong young wings flying swifter and swifter.
Is this how it will be for me, when I'm set free from this often beautiful but so limited world? Will the colors burn more brightly with God alone as sun? Sometimes I long to taste that freedom, to adventure without fear and to return home with no regret.
Go softly- go softly, my love.
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