the fowler's snare
Sunday, July 02, 2006
her bone juts through
white between her flesh
raw and bloody pink
caught in metal snare
she used to try to tug
against her broken wing
summoned by a dream
of blue and whistling wind
but dull now are her thoughts
dull her desire to dare
her wispy dream laid to rot
while caught in fowler's snare
what a song she will sing
that day of sweet escape
a quiet word he will speak
and metal snare unmake
fly! high above the trees
the clouds the sun the sea
discover anew the p'wer of wind
and what it is to be truly free
(ps 124:7; rom 8:2; jn 8:36)
white between her flesh
raw and bloody pink
caught in metal snare
she used to try to tug
against her broken wing
summoned by a dream
of blue and whistling wind
but dull now are her thoughts
dull her desire to dare
her wispy dream laid to rot
while caught in fowler's snare
what a song she will sing
that day of sweet escape
a quiet word he will speak
and metal snare unmake
fly! high above the trees
the clouds the sun the sea
discover anew the p'wer of wind
and what it is to be truly free
(ps 124:7; rom 8:2; jn 8:36)
