Nurturing Thursday January 22nd

Words have nurtured me my entire life.  They have inspired me, challenged me and often been my salvation.  I first read Maya Angelou’s words some 45 years ago.  I have never forgotten and  still today I Know Why the Caged Bird sings…

seagull over English Channel

seagull over English Channel

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream

till the current ends
and dips his wings
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.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the 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.

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

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.

Nurturing Thursday is the inspiration of Becca Givens. You will find links to other Nurturing posts on her blog.

Across the doorsill

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.
From within, I couldn’t decide what to do.
Unable to see, I heard my name being called.
Then I walked outside.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

– Rumi

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