Flutter here, flitter there, back and forth without a care.
Up and down, hop about; day by day the same throughout.
Perch to perch the pattern churns, round about in endless turns.
Snug secure artificial life, a world of fashion, of man-made delights.
Caged for comfort, caged for show, caged for spectators to behold.
Bred for class and pleasing song, conformed by rules to men belong.
Ageless evolution’s trust, breeds we prize reshaped by us.
Consumerism points the way, imagined need, it seems okay.
Thus you may sing but cannot fly, from the cage where is the sky?
Barred from being as was meant, searching in bewilderment.
Perch to perch, the daily grind, from home to work commuting time.
Snug secure in our bank-owned homes, a world of finance, possessions adorn.
Safety, comfort, pride so dear, hide from the neighbors we’re taught to fear.
Go to church in class and style, looking for love in Sunday’s smile.
Confined by doctrine the priests will teach, walled in by traditions authorities preach.
From the cage where is the sky? Wings are clipped you cannot fly.
The ageless Word of God we trust, in spite of truths reshaped by us.
Man-made doctrine is not okay, unblemished Truth must free the way.
So: O bird of spirit; Created by God in the image of God!
You are the soul of mankind freed from the bondage of rusted chains, of outmoded superstition and obsolete reasoning.
Free the bonds.
Spread your wings.
Soar unto the realms on high!
Sing the song of the Nightingale Of Paradise as it warbles its sweet melody upon the trees of eternity!
World Thinking 