In life many things can form our cage... finances, health, relationships, wants, needs...what forms the cage isn't really the important things right now, it's more about what you do while you're in the cage.
Yesterday while I was thinking about the caged bird I wrote just a bit of my own thoughts.....
Why does the caged bird sing?
Is it happy?
Is it content?
Is it safe?
Is it sad?
Is it lonely?
Is it calling to someone?
Is it asking for help?
Is it crying for hope?
When the caged bird learns to sing for God's glory, in a cage or free, then it will be fulfilled and content.
When I learn to rein in my own wants and desires I will be singing for God's glory and be an overcomer!
Please pray for me to be an overcomer and if you let me know you long for the same thing, I will pray for you! (lorna)
Here's the poem for those who might want to read it ~
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Caged Bird Related Poem Content Details
BY MAYA ANGELOU
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Caged Bird Related Poem Content Details
BY MAYA ANGELOU
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/48989
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