Wings
We are a winged species
those who flutter to soar
alongside the pruners...
more about appearance.
There are hawks and doves, an
earthbound, feathered coop we are –
not one of a flock wanting to be caged...
Small wonder that we give our angels wings,
and our saints the high of cathedrals
Francis chose a hillside, naked, to be aired
Christ gathered our splinters till a Cross,
man's freedom in His Divine Care.
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