I’m tired of chasing vague hopes,
So please let me be, simply be.
Don’t send anymore binding ropes.
Can I be a bird in that tree?
A tree that connects earth and skies –
I’ll dangle somewhere in between;
Its branches face opposite sides
And lead to the places unseen.
I’ll travel along them awhile,
I’ll write some more things no one reads,
I’ll wander till we reconcile
And come back to where river bleeds.
The blood in that river is Yours.
You share it profusely with us,
Yet we need to go through all worlds
To learn how to see through Your eyes.