I dedicate this to you, A. ❤
I watch and listen to this bird in its little bird cage every morning. Singing even in a cage. Even though it is locked up to where it cannot spread its wings and soar through the air. Singing, caged up as if it were happy. As if nothing were keeping it locked in place.
I found out that night about Him. He was my friend. My music teacher. News spread like fire. He had found the wrong woman. A woman who had a wickedness about her. Hate lived within her and it was enough to ruin someone’s life. To destroy it. There were rumors of course. He did this. She did that. He said, she said. The unfortunate game of back and forth. But I knew Him and I knew the story. Unfortunately, how much I knew of Him did nothing to help Him get locked away.
As I watched my little bird in its cage, I remembered how all He ever wanted was for everyone to just get along and to love music. He took me on many magical adventures. One specific memory was when He had taken me to an inn and the innkeeper was speaking to Him through the window next to the door. After a few minutes of pleasant chatting, He had asked the innkeeper if we could keep this conversation going if he would just let us in the door since the evening air was starting to get to us. The innkeeper had laughed at himself and said how the door was open the whole time! We laughed at such silliness! That same night, He also snuck me into a barroom down the road and I felt so devilish, but had such good fun with everyone that night. Not only from the spirits in our system, but just from the high vibration of how He would make everyone feel good.
My eyes started tearing up and the bird looked at me. He taught me how to play instruments I never thought I’d play in my lifetime. The organ and harp were the two I will always associate with Him. I remember the harp was my favorite out of the two and He let me play by myself for an hour while He went to teach a lesson. When He came back, I was so proud for teaching myself a song I had to play it for Him. The proud look on His face when I was done!
All He ever wanted was to spread the music of joy to everyone. To not only educate in the mind, but to feel it in the soul.
That next morning, after He was officially thrown in His cage, I had to let my bird go. I opened the cage and the bird looked at me. Go! I said. The bird chirped a thank you and flapped its tiny wings. Out into the morning sun it flew.
I know why the jail bird sings in His cage. He may have lost to Her, but He sings, because the light has not been snuffed out of His soul yet. Yes, A, there is still a possibility for You. I am a believer in You. Don’t let the music die out.
Once You have unlocked that cage, harmony will follow You and just follow the melodic road that awaits You.