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Birdlife matters: God sees the tiny sparrow where it falls.
Black lives matter: God hears the bruised, the broken, when he calls.—cab
nor shall you hear my song,
you infidel,
though all my days prolong
you in this hell.
no descant shall be formed
upon my tongue
though all my sense were charmed
and from me flung.
this caged bird does not sing
to entertain
the likes of prince or king
or chamberlain;
may silence me consume
till I am dead,
before, in this dark room,
your ears are fed.
what though before me loom
a lofty man,
your temporary bloom
is sleight of hand!
this tiny bird shall watch
a giant fall,
when soon my feathered thatch
the skies enthralls.
© Copyright 2020 June 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Black lives matter: God hears the bruised, the broken, when he calls.—cab
nor shall you hear my song,
you infidel,
though all my days prolong
you in this hell.
no descant shall be formed
upon my tongue
though all my sense were charmed
and from me flung.
this caged bird does not sing
to entertain
the likes of prince or king
or chamberlain;
may silence me consume
till I am dead,
before, in this dark room,
your ears are fed.
what though before me loom
a lofty man,
your temporary bloom
is sleight of hand!
this tiny bird shall watch
a giant fall,
when soon my feathered thatch
the skies enthralls.
© Copyright 2020 June 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 3rd Jul 2020
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3rd Jul 2020 2:49pm
The day when all chains are loosed. . .
This is a wonderful example of the longevity of the human spirit, Cab. How even under dominance it prevails the darkest hours of the soul, only to be released above all else who toiled to keep them down.
Your rhyme and form are most excellent.
This is a wonderful example of the longevity of the human spirit, Cab. How even under dominance it prevails the darkest hours of the soul, only to be released above all else who toiled to keep them down.
Your rhyme and form are most excellent.
Thank you, Ahavati. I had meant to return to this earlier -- please forgive me for the delay.
"The longevity of the human spirit" aptly describes the patience of the martyr and the rejuvenating plight of the oppressed. King David said that if he had the wings of a dove he would fly away and be at rest (Psalm 55:6). Perhaps he did not then realise that the very thought represented the wings on which he actually flew.
Thanks for the R/ pin.
Sincerely
cab
"The longevity of the human spirit" aptly describes the patience of the martyr and the rejuvenating plight of the oppressed. King David said that if he had the wings of a dove he would fly away and be at rest (Psalm 55:6). Perhaps he did not then realise that the very thought represented the wings on which he actually flew.
Thanks for the R/ pin.
Sincerely
cab
