A support not a cage

Elijah had hidden in a cave

Fearful of Queen Jezebel’s rage

God was polite

He would whisper in the night

Religion is a support not a cage.

I wish I could hear that small voice

That whispered in my ear was a choice.

After the wind and the rain

The fire was no pain

Did God whisper because he was hoarse?

This world has got depths we can’t see

As the butterfly said to the tree

He dove into a flower

sipped nectar for an hour

As the fish swam down deep in the sea