A Wish

This town a prison

this body a cage

and my soul a

sore-winged bird

beating to

fly free from the

sun’s brute rays

the moon’s dead face

the chill pricks of stars

to soar its way into

the white radiance

of Eternity

glide upon God’s

sweet, vitalising breaths

plunge its wings

in the ocean of His mercy

perch on the branches

of His love

Edwin McCloughan

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