they weren't thrill-seekers with their parachutes or wooden walking sticks. they didn't seek to change the world with fists held high or picketing signs up and down the sidewalk.
they just wanted to be free. past the fence and into the world to see what they had never known, but had long gazed upon from so far away.
did i mention that they weren't even human,
two of them, huge and dark brown with eyes like deep pools of melted chocolate, if chocolate bore intelligence and perhaps it does, actually.
and somehow, they had broken through their hill-top paddock fence and made their way down into the middle of the winding country road.
but that was as far as they went. the world was so big around them, so expansive and beautiful with grass and hills and rolling fields. but they stayed there, on the pavement, barely a hundred feet from their original enclosure.
they were free, but they did not choose to act in freedom.
they were still caged.
do i do this?
do i still live caged when in truth i am surrounded on all sides by open fields of Love and Grace and Mercy and Truth and oh, so much Light?
do i chose to cower in the darkness right next to the broken Death-fence, whispering
but i know this. i know here. i know now.
i don't know anything else.
but i have freedom.
for all those who have dwelt in darkness have seen a Great Light.
because He used the nail and hammer to tear down fences, and the wooden beams to deconstruct the cages of fear and death. He tore curtains from top to bottom, death working backwards.
i need to grasp, and inhale and exhale and inhale again
and run free.