Freedom, Forests,  & Fate

 

The prisoner of freedom

Is the jailor with key

Unlocks door to dark tunnel

Crawls to light soul must see

 

Where still are the waters

And calm is the air

And the bluest new blue sky

Cradles dove in its care

 

The fate of the forest

Cast by seed of a tree

Rests in constant renewal

Of its own greenery

 

What is holier in spirit

Than anyone’s god

Springs from that seedling

The forest once viewed as odd

 

Life’s landscape of change

Unfolds in mystical ways

Paints us pictures of hope

That fill all of our days

 

From prisoners of freedom

Through forests of fate

We enter and leave

Passing through every gate

 

And no matter what

Is meant or not meant to be

There’s an always that’s always

And a prisoner set free

 

An always that’s always

And always……with me

 

s. paul      (April 2020)