Heavenletters

Nancy, sweet one, for you from me:

SHADOWS ON A WALL

Some are born to sing, some are born singing.
It is true that cages mute the song, the melody become a mockery,
A strangled cry, to know the reasons why becomes Reason's capitulation at the shrine of pains too deep to see their awesome grip.

Is it bad then to fear the Cage?
Surprised when the melody, muted soft,
burns low at thoughts of mindless Cage of life.
Oh worse, much worse!

The Mind caged in tangled thoughts,
By love's, dear dreams gone sour.
Not from lack of dreaming, but from drifting,
aimlessly, lost in primal places, black as night,
loveless, in endless frightened flight.

Like a child’s thought, half forgotten
Engraved in flaming tears upon an inner wall,
unseen, but never out of sight.

How can the SONG that I was born to sing
flow out in widening circles true
not die when CAGED, or crushed, or worse, much worse.
Set out upon some mindless quest
all structured sweet, in what the others think?

No light upon that street; Perhaps a cage is better,
unless, of course, the melody returns, unbidden.
A lightening flash, not hidden, that makes the Singer know
the Cage gave way and freedom pours its light and power through that empty grave. Now I know the cage was not a grave.

But a cave with shadows on a wall with writing very small
Deeply etched in pain:
"I love you, my Wounded ones, it doesn't hurt,
It kills and makes you very small.

So take a step, and if you fall My Hand will lift you up.
Your searching heart has heard My Call:
“It was for freedom that I set you free!"

George playing with words for Nancy and My beloved Gloria whom he loves.