We are meant to live as free as a bird;
eventually destined to fly;
once our voice can no longer be heard;
we’re only free to die.
As a baby we began; a caterpillar, crawling;
confined to our Mother’s care;
voicing our feelings; wailing and bawling;
demonstrating we’re there.
As we grew and matured, we started to learn;
by a family, we were loved and guided;
taught how to reason, and enabled to discern;
our needs, by the family, provided.
Most everyone did foolish things in their youth;
as each one of us, sought our boundary;
seeking a sense of life’s purpose, and truth;
God is our maker; and earth, His foundry.
Banished from the kingdom of life’s birth;
a cycle of freedom, remained in control;
once the man, and serpent reached the earth;
the serpent sought to enslave the soul.
Encouraged by the subtlety of growing power;
and the countless modes of division;
love and freedom were unable to flower;
since man still lacked truth’s vision.
All, fear that death, sends life, to the tomb;
and all freedom and life; become dead;
the tomb is much like the caterpillar’s coccoon;
and death transitioned to a butterfly, instead.
The Cardboard Breadman