When is the sparrow like the falcon?
When it hunts its source.
Tapping into a cosmos uncontained,
sculptured in cloud or
mountain high,
it never knows its own reach
unless it soars unchained.
I could use any number of words,
trade them with yours,
and still mean the same thing.
I am wont to wallow
in the same muddy bog
time and time again.
And I know that your strength
comes from above.
To look to you alone, I know,
for guidance
is to look at an image
in a mirror
in a mirror
in a mirror.
Even so, even knowing
the nature of the Divine
sometimes to truly understand
we must see it
reflected in our brothers
and sisters.
Thank you. :)
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