Varieties of Ignorance--and More
5 years ago
Friday, May 20, 2016
As Souls Who're Freed
As Souls Who're Freed
It always breaks my heart to see
A bird that's caged that once was free.
And so I also take delight
In seeing wheeling birds in flight.
I thank you, Jean, for filming this
And posting it for viewers' bliss.
So too, perhaps, we both shall fly
As souls who're freed, when bodies die.
And if our dying be the end,
We yet at times can still pretend.
So in our dreams our minds can fly,
As gulls and pigeons, through the sky.
And from on high we then might see
The ones below—like you and me.
2016 May 20th, Fri.
Brooklyn, New York
https://www.facebook.com/jeanmarie.offenbacher/videos/10154242368729292/
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3 comments:
as always a lovely verse that paints a beautiful ballet across my mind of birds soaring and diving in the azure blue sky
Uplifting and melodic. Enjoyed this, thank you.
Thanks for reading this, for the comments and for the appreciation, Charlie and Leila.
My college housemate and longtime friend, Jean Marie, had posted a video of hers on Facebook. The video showed pigeons flying at night over New York City, each with a small, cool light worn on a leg.
After watching that video, I wrote these couplets.
The link to the video is at the bottom of the post.
Thanks again!
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