And so I saw a Tree from far above and as I grew nearer, I saw a vibrant bird, as if a spider had caught it there, trapped in it’s dead branches.  Unable to be free, It’s sadness grew.  From all the noise that surrounds us, It’s plight had gone unnoticed.  As I grew nearer the cold and fear increased.  No amount of coffee, whiskey or meds can break this emotion.  As I grew nearer the Tree spoke, “You are never to be found, and he barely knew you.”  All those lies made it harder to see the endless struggle of the bird, but endless never became.  As I grew taller, I was entranced with the bird.  Conquering the Tree and being Touched, I learned of my own brokenness.  When His power touched me, I was instantly healed, the bird became Freedom, and Grace replaced my life.

i cannot believe that is censored.