What do you do when your hands are tied
When your heart is aching and your strength is tired
What can you do for a friend who needs to mend
Where to begin?
How do you uncage a magnificent bird
How can he eat, this is absurd
How do you rock him to sleep when he's cold
How to enfold?
Where do you run with him when you're through
Where does the Phoenix fly but to you
Where can you lull his weeping tears
Where down the years?
Hopeless and angry my tears well
Why has he fallen into this Hell
How can he live when he's not free to fly
Caught in this trap and not knowing why.
Love is the catalyst it unlocks the cage
Hopefully time will set the stage
Molting poor Phoenix how will you cope
Tethered and flightless ...caged with no hope.
Love is the catalyst it unlocks the cage
Hopefully time will set the stage
How true, on both counts, Susan.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 28, 2007
Excellent metaphors to what seems a very tragic all-too-human situation . . . When you've done YOUR best, then it is time of him to pick up the slack . . .
The flight of our most craved longings are chained achingly to the emotion studded wrist strap of our multi - caged lives.
Only the occasional breeze of a sigh ruffle their untested feathers. Meanwhile, waiting we wait.
'Tethered and flightless ...caged with no hope.'
Ah, but the last item to be found in Pandora's box is hope.
A poem to stimulate the most theatrical of our musings.
This life in this plane is merely a minute stint in our journey toward our Source and Destiny. The agony and grief that overwhelms us here and now will one time be nothing but a memory that helped shape to us into the ones we will be. There is not a trace of fatalism in or behind these words; there is just an undying faith in Truth and Justice, in the immaculate Light. Thank you for creating and sharing. Your words are understood, but worry you need not.
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This one soars from the depths and lives again, like the Phoenix: beautiful.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace be with you
William
Peace & Love
Hopefully time will set the stage
How true, on both counts, Susan.
Only the occasional breeze of a sigh ruffle their untested feathers. Meanwhile, waiting we wait.
'Tethered and flightless ...caged with no hope.'
Ah, but the last item to be found in Pandora's box is hope.
A poem to stimulate the most theatrical of our musings.
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Dai
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Walt