UNCAGED at Lourdes

The heavenly bird
does not adulterate
 
the nest
with twigs
and twines
from common stores
 
But feeds and tends her daily chores
upon the virgin shore
of continent
and isle.
 
See how the whore of Babylon lies down
and weeps
and pines for an emasculated bore
she used to keep.

 
The harmony tern
swoops
to explore
safer crags
than these.
 
On brighter wings
among the leaves
she is sucking up all the pleasure
that sunshine pours
upon the heather.
 
Hummingbirds
sharing
at the sugaring well
nurture
suckling chick
and shell.
 
O, feathered heaven,
perched low and sweet,
roses bloom on your tiny feet.
 
Copyright © 1998, 2005 by Robert E. Romanelli PhD