Linking with The Sunday Muse for The Muse # 18
Also linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform.
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Neither height nor depth can measure the possibilities of the human soul.
~James Lendall Basford
I am feathered in grief love and longing and I am caged in skin and
bone
I hold the knowledge of something greater beckoning me onward
and calling me home.
Life must be perched closely but it cannot be held too tight.
It is a ballad that must not be silent and bird that has to fly.
Birds are kindred spirits never meant to perch right here for long.
As we are called to something bigger, we have a greater song.
This song rises within us like a sparrow unto its nest
Stirring like falling feathers from what once was to what is next.
The soul is a mighty presence that can ride the wind like birds in
flight.
It is bigger than scientific theories, yet smaller than our sight.
It is a guest in a God made palace that someday will crumble down.
In a journey full of lessons of being lost and then being found.
For I am feathered in grief love and longing and caged in skin and bone
I hold the knowledge of something greater beckoning me onward
and calling me home.
For Lauren