Psalm 91:3
the bird locked up in a cage of hands
still is more free than you can understand
the birds flit like shadows on the wall of the sky
but the Sun, the Son is very nigh
and has healed the ribcage of a thousand lies
and has buried the shadows so far at sea
that none of the shadows come back to me
and has carried the wounded birds
and has carried me
and has broken the back of iniquities
as far as the cry of the curlew.
nightingale sing in the trembling world
starlight shine in the face of it
moonlight burn through the silver of it all
truth be ever at my right hand.
the Lord will hear me whenever I call.
mary angela douglas 23 july 2023
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