Michele C. Messina Long
The Freedom Of Faith - Poem by Michele C. Messina Long
From my terrace
I watch birds flying at pleasure,
Singing their songs of emancipation.
Looking to the ground
A squirrel works hard, laboring for its food,
Tormenting over tomorrow’s fate.
The squirrel so busy doing,
Its whole existence consisting of agonizing thoughts
Of a doomed tomorrow.
Never notices the bird’s patterns, different from its own,
Creating songs of delight for an audience of squirrels
Who will never fathom the deliverance of faith.
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