Blackbird

In the wild, searching for my soul, I met a lone messenger. "Are you but a blackbird here in God's green fields, come to pick your worms and fly home?," he asked. "Are you a dancer, here to make love to the grass and sky? Or are you a seed, come to sleep in his soil, take root and rest until you've grown tall enough to give shade to others?" I had no answer for him, but I knew I was welcome, whatever the case.