Poem: The Ardent Bird

Let me stretch my wings,

Let me fly the ardent bird asks its mother,

Just wait the mother says,

You are still fragile and unprepared,

Allow me to teach you before you leap.

But patience was not a virtue the ardent bird had learned,

So it jumped and tried,

But to fly is to fall,

Even if you belong in the sky.

The sun burned the ardent bird’s eyes,

Faltering, losing balance,

Independent and exempt from dominion,

- the power to rule his own palace.

The ardent bird lay shattered on the ground,

It understood it all,

And realized he and Lucifer both,

Only desired the freedom of the fall.

Caliana Kanaan

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