These verses were inspired by George Herbert’s poem, “The Collar.” In my own words, I echo his same conclusion. The life of a Christian may feel like captivity at times, yet true freedom is never found in rebellion against Him.
With Herbert I would see the world abroad, Depart this gilded cage and risk the rod, To live, to learn, to love, to lust, to laugh, To taste forbidden wine, its stores to quaff. Behind the bars I hear the whispering sighs, “Sweet, Youth! Your sun is only on the rise, Seize up the moment, journey while there’s light, Forsake the crippling perch; rise up! take flight!” With flurried wings in flustered thought I beat Against the bars – relentless, no retreat, The door gives way and in a frenzied rage I tumble out and down, rid of my cage. A sudden swirl, and falling, falling. Then Tempestuous wind claws at my wings to rend, Now down and down I plunge, the sun goes dim, The smoth’ring clouds like ocean waves close in. Oh, Youth, where is your golden, guiding sun? Beneath the clouds you’ll find no other one, Your golden cage looked on the morning’s dawn, Yet here in ‘freedom’s’ cloud the light is gone.