Thought
Surrounding space of infinite sky
Eagle glides with broad wingspan
Such sights will make us question why,
For a freed state we scheme and plan.
For this ideal we ‘re prepared to die.
Freedom’s cry above all else placed,
Yet every step brings captive’s cry,
As more bonds and threats are faced.
But eagle’s graceful flights are made,
So sharp eagle eye can target food.
Anxious for chicks from eggs it laid,
Restless to feed its hungry brood.
If we are free but know it not
We too will hope to gain a flight.
Accepting our own lockdown lot,
No freedom seems within our sight.
Full free we are and perfect soul,
Our mental flights will tell us so.
No need to search just play the role,
Staying blissful as scenes come and go.
Prayer
O Lord let me only be captive to Thee. Reveal my heart be the imprisoned splendour. Untangle me through Your Divine Grace.