Into the Blueness They Flew
A bird lame.
Weighed down by what life became...
Beaks pecking this one insane.
Joined together
or constant in solitary inane brutality
they wreaked havoc
invoking relentless pain.
The other birds lacked joyful songs.
Plucked this one's feather 'til felt desolate.
Not encouraged to belong. Though, to tell the truth...
this one did not want to join the throng
of bitterness resounding
all life dreadfully long.
Resisted. This little bird.
Was penalized because of individuality in daily persist
since harping not prioritized on their brief list of goals.
A sky above they saw.
Endlessly blue
in their dream.
While rain thundered down in ragged streams.
They kept outwardly silent as their pain internally screamed:
"Why me!... Why me!... Can't you see kindness exuding from my being?... What have I done to try and pick you apart
pluck by pluck?
As done to me... Feathers to ground
in circuitous meanness."
Though this small bird saw. Understood:
The birds that hackle as they stood
had lost all desire.
Their chirps long ago had died.
Their flight abilities expired.
All they had left or at least chose to do
was peck, peck, peck... before they retired.
Gloom was what they eagerly pursued.
So this bird lame knew what they had to do.
Hop e-
agerly... away.
Limping until able to fly.
On
course.
That day arrived.
Into the blueness they flew.
Left behind other lame birds
chirping happily in her
her success
inspired.
May our joy lift our and other wings
to soar
eternal
with eyes shining brilliant
towards heavenly things seen:
self-control, patience, kindness
and such things.
But above all... Love
and all that it brings.
Our hearts in whole-soul devotion
aiming higher than higher
to a God of Love.
Who will soon all wickedness end.
As we do all we can
in harmony
to a brotherhood international
openly conspire.
For on this unity,
true peace and security
totally depends.
Although,
only by means
of a King now reigning
will this earth and universe
be thoroughly cleansed.
Weighed down by what life became...
Beaks pecking this one insane.
Joined together
or constant in solitary inane brutality
they wreaked havoc
invoking relentless pain.
The other birds lacked joyful songs.
Plucked this one's feather 'til felt desolate.
Not encouraged to belong. Though, to tell the truth...
this one did not want to join the throng
of bitterness resounding
all life dreadfully long.
Resisted. This little bird.
Was penalized because of individuality in daily persist
since harping not prioritized on their brief list of goals.
A sky above they saw.
Endlessly blue
in their dream.
While rain thundered down in ragged streams.
They kept outwardly silent as their pain internally screamed:
"Why me!... Why me!... Can't you see kindness exuding from my being?... What have I done to try and pick you apart
pluck by pluck?
As done to me... Feathers to ground
in circuitous meanness."
Though this small bird saw. Understood:
The birds that hackle as they stood
had lost all desire.
Their chirps long ago had died.
Their flight abilities expired.
All they had left or at least chose to do
was peck, peck, peck... before they retired.
Gloom was what they eagerly pursued.
So this bird lame knew what they had to do.
Hop e-
agerly... away.
Limping until able to fly.
On
course.
That day arrived.
Into the blueness they flew.
Left behind other lame birds
chirping happily in her
her success
inspired.
May our joy lift our and other wings
to soar
eternal
with eyes shining brilliant
towards heavenly things seen:
self-control, patience, kindness
and such things.
But above all... Love
and all that it brings.
Our hearts in whole-soul devotion
aiming higher than higher
to a God of Love.
Who will soon all wickedness end.
As we do all we can
in harmony
to a brotherhood international
openly conspire.
For on this unity,
true peace and security
totally depends.
Although,
only by means
of a King now reigning
will this earth and universe
be thoroughly cleansed.
contest Blackened & Burned Down - Sericea
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