Bird Locked Up In A Cage Of Hands Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Psalm 91: 3

the bird locked up in a cage of hands

still is more free than you can understand

the birds flit like shadows on the wall of the sky

but the Sun, the Son is very nigh

and has healed the ribcage from a thousand lies

and has buried the shadows so far at sea

that none of the shadows come back to me

and has carried the wounded birds

and has carried me

and has broken the back of iniquities

as far is the cry of the curlew.

nightingale sing in the trembling world

starlight shine in the face of it

moonlight burn through the silver of it all

truth be ever at my right hand.

the Lord will hear me whenever I call.

mary angela douglas 23 july 2023