Like a red bird in a cage
My heart hangs in my ribs and sings.
In that same heart
Christ the great Lord of the universe abides
Like a bird in a cage
Of anxious, rigid bars marked ‘Number 1’.
Fly free, great golden bird,
Like sunlight that no bars can hold;
Melt my fear until my heart like yours
Rains tears of pity for your stunted world
And sings your song of sorrow like a gushing spring
To rise, to rise.
tRuth 2016
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