Recently, I came upon this poem I wrote many years ago. I think it still applies today except, rather than seeking to be as a bird, we are finally becoming birds that fly high toward the sun. I hope you can be the bird of your soul in your life.
Golden Bird
Once creatures of the ground,
We were sightless,
Wandering in the dark
Filled with desperation and despair.
Falsely led by greed and shallow hunger,
Burrowing like a bug into the soil,
We lived in a dim world of gloom
Filled with anxiety and fear.
Little peace and happiness existed;
We could not be satisfied,
Unable to share the glory of the sun
Or feel the joy of freedom.
Yearning for truth of light and freedom,
We longed to spread our wings
And fly forth
And greet the grand sight of the open air
With strength and joy in our hearts.
This is why we seek to be
As a bird
With golden wings
Fly forth and share the glory of the sun.