and in my love
I cage him
by Josch Beres
sweet wonder is the song of the cardinal when ensnared. how it seeks to draw me in and free it.
restless he flutters. his wild song enchants. for towering pines and open skies he yearns. I move his cage near an open window.
and this one – a juvenile, brown overall. dusky bill. his struggle becomes a dance. I am enthralled: and in my love I cage him.
I know he seeks freedom but the wires restrict. one day he will understand that it is in my love I cage him.
raw are my fingers. one day he will be as red as the blood I’m washing away. a thorny rose is his passion. with my own hands I tried to feed him. and still I know he knows… I hope that it is in my love I cage him.
a new day with a sad song. I pull him out. in my hands he sits. quiet. staring. Trusting, I am pressed to name him. I tell him that it is in my love I cage him. a flurry now as feathers clatter like laughter to the floor my hands and cage hold empty. I guess love can be no respite when it cages.
by Joel Haesecke
I wish Christians were like trees. They stand tall proudly claiming their contribution by the fruit they bear. They do not paint their lemons for want of limes. They do not convince nor question. In fact, they do not speak.
10 • Bohemia • May 2013
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