Before Your holy love descended,
I was confined to the cage so ingeniously contrived by Maya.
Day after day, year after year,
Trying to break free,
Only to suffer wounds and broken wings,
Upon which time You silently appeared
In the form of a little bird
To keep me company in this cold, lifeless cage.
You found me rare nectar,
And fed it to me, sip by sip, with loving tenderness.

When I was upset,
You hummed soothing, melodious tunes to my soul.
Bearing my criticisms, resistance, and suspicions,
You wiped Your tears away quietly, waiting patiently
For the day when I would recover,
And You would lead me high into the clouds
Back to Your eternal paradise.
(This poem was inspired by Master's story "The Roc and the Bird.")