You told me you saw God in your ascension to the heavens,
but I await for her arrival in the field,
among the people -
Breaking bread with the broken,
Bearing the burden of belief.

The morning light is peaking
and neither of us can sleep.
Not because we don't want today to end,
But because tomorrow will be the same.

Worse that the fool is the fooled,
Darker than the depths is the fall.

I no longer cry out for unclipped wings,
For now, I too, know why the caged bird sings.