by Michael Plante

Freedom-
release or escape
did the Creator open the door to your prison
or did he give you an area to escape into?
Prison is within the mind
for a caged bird sings praises to the Creator
and receives contentment for its efforts.

The bird closes its eyes
and dreams of an open field
the vastness of nothing is where you find everything.
The sleeping little bird spreads its wings
and rises above the field
gently the Creator’s hand raises the body of the bird
that glides upon the winds of infinity – effortlessly.

Time passes without memory
future endeavours is a rising sun
breathless moments forges smiles
upon hearts that know no cages.
The wind speaks for itself – “the cage door is left open for us to decide”

I close my eyes and sing to the Creator
I hear the wind speak its words
the pulse of my heart pounds harder
as I step through the open door.