Even a Bird

Even a bird

must fill its wings with sky

and put its breast against the sun to feel

the air pour into feather, wing and thigh,

with heart as restless as a turning wheel.

A bird will track its dream into a cloud

and search the Infinite for what it may

not find; a pale, lean, battling body, proud

to be a solitary thing away

from earth and sea, and craving such

as it can find of something yet unknown.

A creature from God's hand, desiring much

and unafraid of seeking it alone,

a bird must willingly believe in things

beyond the range of its

aspiring wings.

-C. Faye Bennett

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