a show for the sinner
heavenly pageantries or would it be better to call them
symphonies; echoing endlessly as they sing to me. Tell
me little fledgling what wonders have you seen, as you
fly across the skies looking upon the wonderous sea.
Please let me listen to the harmonious hum of your song,
share with me the stories that have been passed down
through your flock and let me bare witness to what it means
to fly along the currents of mother sky,
for long ago i was once like you able to enjoy the splendors of
the heavens till i was cast down by my sins that bound me to
Lend thy ear, father,
And I will give it four such symphonies:
Do not let thy hopes be daunted,
But look for a new spring to arise e'er all is over...