Sparrow

November 9, 2007, 12:00 pm; posted by
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So I plummeted to earth,
Rushing,
Headlong to meet the ground.
Wondering where this world ends,
And where the Heavens begin.

Unsure,
If I had even flown,
Or just postponed,
The inevitable fall,
Reserved for all,
Enslaved in this corrupted flesh.

Confused,
About the nature of this flight.
About gravity and other things,
Like human hearts and angel wings,
And if the two could mesh.

Saying,
To myself and You,
What must I do?
What must I do?
What must I do?
To live above like You.

And can we fly?
Or is it just a treat,
Held high,
To coax me to my feet?
To rush headlong,
Where angels have not trod.
A man,
Called to live like God.

Soaring high,
Against his nature’s grain.
Breathlessly awaiting
His chance to fall again.
Wondering aloud,
Where this world ends,
So Heaven can begin.
To take its shape outside of him,
Instead of just within.

And I watch,
And am alone,
Like a sparrow,
Atop of this, my house.

I dare not brave the sky,
With these two wings,
More broken now than I.
Too shattered,
To ever be repaired,
Assuming that I cared.

For my heart is broken too,
I guess like You
Were broken in the bread.
Poured out like wine,
For the free among the dead.

And where does this world end,
And the next one start?
And where does flight take place?
In Heaven?
On Earth?
Or somewhere in the heart?

And if it is not Heaven,
Nor Earth this freedom brings,
Then maybe you could heal my heart,
And forget about these wings.

For men are not angels,
Were never meant to be,
And who knows, Lord, but You,
What likeness we shall be?


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