My hatchling soul is thirsty for the rush
Of liberty beneath my tiny wings.
The bright blue beckons. As the breezes brush
Against my ear I hear a siren sing.
It bids me dive into the heights of blue
And rise to where my soul was born to be.
I will not wait. I know what I will do.
I leap and shout my triumph – I am free!
I beat my wings, but something has gone wrong.
My soul was born to sail upon the heights,
But I am young; my wings are not yet strong.
I flap; I flutter, flail with all my might,
But nothing I can do can make me fly.
I plunge beneath the ocean of the air,
And, seeing that I trusted in a lie,
I shatter on the rocks of rough despair.
Your shadow on my broken body falls.
I wish to hide my weakness from Your gaze,
But in Your voice, unbound compassion calls
To me. A fragile plea for help I raise.
Your mighty talons lift my shattered frame
And shelter me within Your mercy’s nest.
Though I am weak, you love me all the same.
In Your bright shadow I will wait and rest.
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