Treasure Island

Mike Barrett

(June,1943 / Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)

A Fledgling's Story


Like
A young bird
Fallen
From its nest
I rest
Cupped
In the
Master’s
Hands.

In falling,
I've caught
A glimpse
Of the
Unbounded
Possibilities
Which yet await
And my heart pounds!

But now,
For the moment,
I rest contented -
Here,
In this warm
And gentle kindness!


© M. Barrett – all rights reserved

Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem arrived sometime over the summer of 1973 - the year in which I joined ECKANKAR. (See eckankar.org) My fellow ECKISTS will appreciate it!

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  • Mike Barrett (3/11/2014 10:57:00 AM)

    Hi Valsa, glad that this poem touched your higher self. This poem was written shortly after I became an Eckist. It came out following a contemplation on Spirit's light and sound. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/10/2014 10:56:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem Mike! ....... Like a fledgling, if we fall when we learn to fly and if we are cupped in the great Master's hand, what further harbour should we seek! A wonderful thought! ! A Sweet poem! ! (Report) Reply

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