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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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