The Bird Who Refused To Fly – Part 8/13

The mother bird returned
Back to her mourning nest
“My darlin’,” she informed
“It is just a test
Muster up some courage
Spread your wings and fly
Even though you’re feeling sick
You must touch the sky
Then all of your sickness
Will vanish and be gone
And you’d find the best of health
Like a baby born
So show your dad and mom
Just how good you can be
Fly out into the clouds
As far as I can see
Here let me get you up
There would be no harm
If you were to fall
I’d catch you in my arms”

“I’m sorry,” spoke the little bird
“Just leave me here to die
Mother, you won’t understand
I’m just not born to fly”

17 thoughts on “The Bird Who Refused To Fly – Part 8/13

  1. Somehow, I think we’re all born to fly. But I get having the feeling it’s elusive….. wrote this awhile ago when I was struggling with the choice to flee or fly. Forgive the quality of the recording…but hope the message comes through. Thanks for sharing your poem. Reminded me of the need to rise up even when we don’t feel like it…

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  2. Tell me not in mournful numbers,

    Life is but an empty dream,

    For the soul is dead that slumbers

    And things are not what they seem.

    Life is real, life is earnest,

    And the grave is not its goal,

    Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

    Was not spoken of the soul.

    What shall it profit a man/woman, if he/she shall gain the whole world and lose his/her own soul? In Christ, a believer’s soul is more valuable than the whole world. Ponder the thought. It is in God and to Him we must go.X

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