the battle

The sparrow stops upon His arm, unaware of the danger.
Blue eyes, pools of despair, gaze on in indifference.
The frightful fist circles around the tiny bird and squeezes.
Blue eyes flinch, then stare on.

The sparrow struggles in His grasp but tired finally give in.
Blue eyes burn. Frightful fists clench.
The doors slam, the lock is turned,
The sparrow tries to fly…

“Let her go” the blue eyes cry soundlessly
Only now looking down to see her own chains…
The ugly chains, the heavy door,
The struggling flicker of flame dims against the pools of deep, deep blue.

Blue eyes watch the moons pass, dreams into the night sky.
The sparrow fights; but she can not spread her wings,
As the sun breaks new she sighs and submits to fate.
The blue eyes stare into her pools of despair. Hopelessness echoes.

‘Let her go.” Frantic blue eyes dart with fear.
“Don’t give in.” I whisper. “Don’t give up.”
Her submission frightens me; the chains begin to fall away—
Blue eyes burn fire. New purpose pushes me on.

Frightful fists have left cruel, ugly bruises deep within my soul.
“You will fly.” I whisper as I fight chains and darkness.

Compassionate fire burns in my blue eyes as they lay fixed on the tiny sparrow
Chains fall away, blood pours unnoticed from my tattered skin,
With each step strength runs through my veins,
She will fly. She will soar.

Down comes the door of injustice which so long has held me captive
Off come the chains of years of abuse and guilt.
Tenderly, I open the cage and lift the tiny sparrow into my own trembling hands
“You will fly” I promise her and stroke her soft feathers.

I thrust my arms into the crisp fresh air
“Go.” The wind picks up my words and the gentle sparrow flies on them.
Her silver wings spread as she glides on the morning sky FREEDOM,
And my teary blue, blue eyes bleed one with the sky.

01/14/99