Poem: Free as a bird

Whilst shafts of pain may transfix my soul
In the six by six of uncertain questions
Of this void and vague life-prison,
My heart, free as a bird
Will trace dawn’s golden streaks
Up my cell’s iron bars
To greet God’s grace in the morning.

Though my hands were tied,
Darkness blinded my eye
And my air seemed had no more oxygen;
If it would stretch my faith at it’s limit,
My last breath, free as a bird
Would reach out to God
Whose presence is more than Life.

In a world full of tribulation
God’s love is my everlasting portion
O my heart’s – free as a bird – wings
Will continue in it’s joyful flutter
At the melody of the enduring promise
That the day will come to walk out on all our dark infirmity
And be greeted by God’s sure sweet presence for eternity.

© 2010, poem by Tee Akindele