Freedom

In the bright green and yellow fields
Where the lion had compassion on the lamb,
The children danced something new
To the sound of harps playing a song—
A song to which they all knew the words.
Truth played a melody that sang
Through the leaves on the trees,
Over the forest and into the valley
And through the mountains that were moved
To cry, 'Holy! Holy! Holy!'
Because the river of life quenched every thirst,
Bringing to bloom the tree and the fruit,
With the leaves singing harmony,
Healing every wound that a broken heart could endure.
And the children danced more.
They danced until they looked up with joyful faces,
Laughed, and said, "Father, let us dance a little longer!
Please, may we dance with you?"
And the answer—oh, the answer!—
Can it possibly be imagined?
Could it be heard with an eager ear?
Because the look on the children's faces
When they heard their father's approval,
Has never been witnessed before.
And so they danced and sang something new,
With the sound of their laughter flying.
And they were free.
They were brilliant.
They left behind the old paths of life,
Set sail for great beauty,
And found a powerful but familiar light.
They found that the light persisted,
Even as they danced,
Even as they sang,
Even as they laughed in their father's arms.