The Power of the Songbird...

 

Because it is here in the struggle and desperate times that we find our voice.

We are stripped of all things familiar and all robotic rituals and are left with us. 

We push aside fleeting words that beckon surrender of voice and courage 

and put on our own beauty from within that bursts forth like fire.

We stop searching for answers and quit the pursuit of holiness,

to find the life that has been within us the whole time. 

Voice. 

Life. 

Power. 

All awaiting the powerful pleasure of you setting them free 

from the cage inside your soul. 

So to the one’s who lock the cages and think they hold the key, 

to those who quiet your songs by saying holy words that promise peace, 

to the sheep in wolves clothing that await your demise, 

you are getting my middle finger,

and to the cage I say...

goodbye.