\u201cI want to fly,\u201d says Michael.
\n\u201cI want to be a bird!\u201d
\nPapa felt his regret,
\nthe heaviness of his own body.
\nWhy was the wing
\nmade only for them?
\nWhy was the imagination
\nconfined to a cage
\nbut allowed to see so far?<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael,\u201d I replied,
\n\u201cyou already fly in your mind.
\nYou are in the sky with the birds.
\nYou are their invisible wings,
\ntheir companion.\u201d
\nAnd Michael looked into the distance
\nof his nose.
\nHe did not know his hearthstone
\nfrom the sparrows.
\nHe was not a sea gull.<\/p>\n
I saw the fledgling of an eagle
\nwith the immensity of heaven
\ninside him.
\nThat when time comes
\nhe will fly
\nwhere no bird can fly,
\nsee,
\nwhat no bird can see.
\nPlanets and countries,
\nmigrations of angels,
\nbut for one question
\nI have no answer,
\nwhy was he not
\nmade into a sparrow?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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