As birds flying
will He deliver us,
not as birds sitting still
lethargically chirping
on the roost.
The child learning to ride
will awkwardly sway and topple
as long as the bike stands still.
And when we sense, in any circumstance,
the subtle inward chill of dull stagnation,
we know we must then take up new forms
of locomotion—
soaring, unfolding, and doing
in new dimensions of adventure.
Such freedom
we then discover.
All hesitant swayings cease;
balance and guidance are effortless, sure.
Let us take wing at once.
There is One
who will keep all fledgling flight in upward arc
toward the star of Christlike being.
