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Apr 2019
I found my spirit with broken wing upon the grass
Cupping it in my hands I cradled it
And laid it in a shoe box
On a bed of Shredded hopes and dreams
I did not know from where or when it had fallen

I recalled my eyes squinting up at the sky
It soared so high above the clouds
Always too high to see
But the tug on my heart
Like a kite string in my hand
Pulled me upward

I knelt near the wounded bird
As he pecked at his bedding
Not to rearrange but reconstruct
I gave the lush plumage a long gentle stroke
My hand was cold and numb

He sang to me
A song of yearning
Of passing through white clouds
And water droplets drying in the warm sun
Cerulean sky fading into indigo
Oh but how his eyes did sparkle
Singing of floating among the stars on spread wings

His psalm ended
Tears burnt my cheeks
My heart was broken, my soul lost
When an abandoned child deep within
Cried from the shadows of my mind
You need only set him free
Lift me and together we’ll watch the majestic fight
In awe and wonder
As we did before the fall

I brought the child into the light
My soul felt reborn
It saw the world anew, as I came to know
The child I let go astray
My spirit did so rise
Looped three times about our heads
Then rose up, soon out of site
But still firmly tethered to my heart
Mathew Kohnen
Mathew Kohnen
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Mathew Kohnen  66/M/NJ
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