Through the office window a little bird fluttered into our midst one morning, and when it found itself imprisoned by the four walls it realized that it had given up its freedom. Fear took possession of it, and though there were willing hands uplifted, and love in our thought toward the little creature, it would not be helped by us, but flew from corner to corner, beating its frail wings against the hard walls in a vain effort to escape from its prison, till quite exhausted. Then tender hands placed it near the open window, and gave it the longed-for liberty.
How like ourselves! We voluntarily imprison our thought and weave about us our prison doors and so give up our freedom, though at the time we do not realize it. Sooner or later the bitter knowledge comes that we are bound, and then we give way to the latent fear that is ever in our consciousness until Love holds sway, and we flutter and beat our wings, vainly trying to regain what we thought was lost. Though strong hands and loving hearts have pointed the way, we have gone our way till we were willing to travel the path where God—Life, Truth, and Love—leads; and this way, through divine Science, is slowly but surely leading us out to the freedom for which we have so longed.
