The Bird

Sometimes I feel like the bird
trying to fly in the wind.
I go forward a little bit,
but then get pushed back
by the force of nature, or sin.

No matter how hard I flap my wings
and try to move forward with things,
I soon feel out of touch,
the forces…are simply too much.

I might progress a little bit,
but then get pushed right back
to where I began or even further off track
back, again and again…a big hit

Sometimes I feel like the bird
that is sitting on the branch.
The wind blows and the branch shakes.
The force my whole body to tremble, it makes.

I cling to the branch with all my might
and try to put up a very good fight,
hoping that the wind with such intense power
won’t topple me in this very hour

but against such strong wind I am no match
I might just need to let go, and let my wings catch
the flow and be taken wherever it might be
…once there to discover new things meant for me

Sometimes I feel like the bird on the ground
merrily going about my business, all around.
When all of the sudden the cat pounces on me
and catches me, clasping me, not letting me free.

Its claws I fight, I struggle to no avail
unable to get free, desperately, but fail.
with every ounce of energy from deep within
I try to save my life, and win.

but alas,

My efforts, though valiant, do not succeed
and slowly life fades, blurs, indeed
at which point the cat, who was trying to slay
just drops me for dead, and calmly walks away,

without any idea that he damaged so much
to him just a game, great fun, and such
to me, a major disturbance, horrid, petrifying,
life-alternating enough to keep me from flying.

Sometimes I feel like a little bird,
a tiny speck in a huge blue sky
flapping, flying, and at times wondering why
I’m in this particular time, or part of the world

Oh heavenly Father, who little birds feeds
and me more valuable than a bird sees,
Father, who from mighty winds and pouncing cats protects
Thank you for Your loving care, even when my flesh objects

Help me to keep on chirping, flying, and singing,
and glory to Your name to keep on bringing,
to live in a way that makes You smile
until that day when I fly my last mile

© Lukas Westevy
2022

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