Imagined Conversation with a Bird

Oh little birdie, you small and fragile thing, how do you have such strength in your tiny wings?

I trust not in the branch as it can break and fall

I trust in my wings to carry me and soar over any wall

And what about chance, what role does it play?

I put no faith in man's applause or the guile of chance

They're both visitors passing by. Things and time will change. Everything fades away. The applause given today will turn to cursing the next day

Where you're located helps though, right?

My location has little to do with the course that I take

As I'm divinely led, protected, and forever blessed. Where ever the spirit leads is the path accessed

But what about the wind? Surely it helps to lift you high?

Ahh... that's where you go wrong in thinking it's the wind that directs your life. It's not the wind but your belief in yourself that you can fly. That's what propels you upwards to the sky

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