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poetry from Iona

Bird of Heaven

Catch the Bird of Heaven
Lock Him in a cage of gold
Look again tomorrow
And He will be gone

Lock Him in religion
Gold and frankincense and myrrh
Carry to His prison
But He will be gone

All the things that man has made
Cannot hold Him anymore
Still the Bird is flying as before

Temple made of marble
Beak and feather of gold
Bell and book and candle
But He will be gone

Bell and book and candle
Cannot hold Him anymore
Still the Bird is flying
As before

(Iona: Beyond These Shores, 1993)

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