Serenade your Beloved
A lifetime of blindly wounding my wings
on the bars of the cage.
Now I’m settled
on my rightful perch – heart steadied;
mind attentive, body motionless,
throat aflutter with songs to my Beloved
of praise and complaint, bewilderment and longing,
awaiting the thunderclap which will propel me
through the open door, the unbarred window,
into the sunlight, green freedom
and blue skies beyond.
O child of God, serenade your Beloved
empty of impatience, fear and desire.
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