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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Michael Soars

I have never seen a bird
as fearless,
dive into the openness
of the air!
He climbs chairs
with heresy in his eyes
and plunges to the floor.
He dares oblivion.
Pushes aside the edge
of zonal fear.
A dreamer with wings.
A new species of love.

He teaches Papa
not to tremble when he falls,
or carry rocks
inside his heart.
Not to forget
how close
the edge of heaven is.
That I belong
to the world
he lives in,
where fear is groundless
and love is everything.
How effortless
it is to laugh,
and run between the
legs of giants unafraid.

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