BIRTH OF A BABY BLUE BIRD

Safe inside your cedar ark, you break your thin blue shell.

Of grass and sky and clouds that fly,

Of these you cannot tell.

With wings that weep and beak so weak, your days in darkness grow.

To eat and sleep, to softly cheep,

Is all that you can know.

What called you to your portal hole on shaky legs to stand.

The light beyond, the church bell's song,

To look, your God demands. 

As through a seaman's glass you peer.

A single eye stares terrified,

Your body clutched with fear.

At beauty so alluring, it covers you with dread.

For this paradise you must sacrifice,

The comfort of your bed.

But ancient longing grips your heart.

A memory old, a speck of gold,

That prompts your wings to start.

And push you out from excel, at first to flap then fly.

Your second birth upon this earth,

Your baptism in the sky.

Bathed in beauty now you see,

Spirit and feather tethered forever.

The bounty of your destiny.