A Fledgling's Story

Like
A young bird
Fallen
From its nest
I rest
Cupped
In the
Master’s
Hands.

In falling,
I've caught
A glimpse
Of the
Unbounded
Possibilities
Which yet await
And my heart pounds!

But now,
For the moment,
I rest contented -
Here,
In this warm
And gentle kindness!


© M. Barrett – all rights reserved

by Mike Barrett

Comments (2)

Hi Valsa, glad that this poem touched your higher self. This poem was written shortly after I became an Eckist. It came out following a contemplation on Spirit's light and sound.
Beautiful poem Mike! ....... Like a fledgling, if we fall when we learn to fly and if we are cupped in the great Master's hand, what further harbour should we seek! A wonderful thought! ! A Sweet poem! !