FREEDOM IS A
SOARING BIRD
RARELY SEEN
BUT OFTEN
HEARD,
WHILE LOVE ITSELF
IS A FREEDOM SONG
SHE FLOATS UPON
THE BREEZE
LIFTING
LILTING
RISING HIGH
AMONGST THE
TALLEST TREES,
SHE OPENS UP
THE COLDEST HEART
WITH WARMTH
FROM UP ABOVE
SHOWING US
THE SIMPLE THINGS
FLYING LIKE A DOVE,
WHEN SUNBEAMS
COME AND
PEOPLE RISE
SHE APPEARS
BEFORE OUR EYES
AND SHINES A
LIGHT
SO STRONG
AND BRIGHT
WE CANNOT
WAIT TO SEE
WHAT LIES BEYOND
THE HUMAN
BONDS
OF SWEET
PURE MYSTERY,
AND SO WE
OPEN UP THE
DOOR
TO OUR HEART
AND SOON RESTORE
A KIND OF LOVE
THAT SPEAKS
IN TRUTH
THE PUREST
INNOCENCE
OF OUR YOUTH,
HIDDEN THERE
FROM DAYS GONE
PAST
WHEN SECRETS
HELD THE
DREAMS
THAT OFTEN CAME
FROM CHILDISH
SCHEMES
AND BROUGHT
US ALL
TO DUTY,

WE KNOW
WE SEE
WE CAN’T DENY
THAT WHICH
FLIES THERE
IN THE SKY,
BEYOND THE
DEEPEST DREAM,
WHERE LOVE
IS BORN
AS THE PERFECT
GIFT
MEANT TO
STAY
COME INTO
PLAY
AND TEACH
US ALL THE
STORIES
LIGHT THE
PATH TO
HAPPINESS
AND JOY
AND SONG
AND GLORY,
SO FOR TODAY
I WILL OPEN
MY EYES
TO THE WILLING
LIGHT
REACHING OUT
FOR ALL THE
CLUES
THE PASSION
RISES
AS YOUR MUSE
AND BRINGS
A GIFT
OF JOY
AND SOURCE
FLYING
HIGH
WITHIN A COURSE
AMONG THE CLOUDS,
TO OPEN UP
THE HUMAN SHROUD,
RISE ABOVE
THE INNOCENCE
THE PAIN
THE COLD
THE INSOLENCE,
THE KEY TO
HEAVEN’S DOOR
AND SHINE
THE SOUL
OF MYSTERY
BRIGHTENING
THE LIGHT
WRITING
HISTORY
WHERE LOVE
IS THE CHANCE
TO SING
AND DANCE,
TO FIRE AND RUN
AND CELEBRATE
LOVE’S DOOR IS OPEN
FOR WE ARE ONE.

©JW WINSLOW 7/1/18