In palace, hall, or arbor,
As freemen brewed and tyrants quaffed
That night in Boston Harbor
– Oliver Wendall Holmes
Freedom only belongs
to those who choose to use it,
but ‘belongs’ is not really the right word,
because freedom will only exist for those who let go completely,
those who allow it to stay free.
Freedom, unused or manipulated,
is no longer freedom.
Like any great gift,
the cost is great,
freedom does nothing
until it is received,
used in practical living.
I’ve sat in prisons
for many years
not realizing the doors were unlocked.
Granted, many of the doors were difficult to get open,
people I trusted TOLD me they were locked,
some were rusted over,
others had puzzle latches
I had to figure out,
but one by one they all opened,
and I stepped out into
increasingly comprehending of this grace-thing called freedom.
The mystery, the magnitude,
the path, the fire, the gift
There I go again,
falling in love with free will,
falling in love with free air, surf and sky,
falling in love with me.