What became of the blue jay?

You loved wholeheartedly before you learned to walk. 

You loved us first before you learned to talk. 

You loved wholeheartedly and you learned how to cry, 

ALOUD, 

in the midst of maddening crowds where we were afraid of shedding a single tear. 

You loved wholeheartedly when the jay flew out of its cage and left us to ourselves, 

and you taught us how to smile when we stared at nothing save for an empty cage. 

You loved wholeheartedly when the world began to end, 

and reminded us then that we ought to seek the blue jay. 

You loved wholeheartedly before you learned to fly, 

and you, 

too,  

disappeared suddenly and left us alone with our naked thoughts.  

You loved wholeheartedly before you crippled us beneath the beauties of your soul, 

and we were scared, 

thinking your sacred burden too heavy to bear. 

Tell us, now, what has become of the blue jay? 

Tell us now if the blue jay knows its way home. 

Tell the blue jay that for many a year we have gone around in circles looking for her. 

At the bottom of every whiskey bottle, 

atop trees short and tall, 

behind every word uttered by thinkers of all caliber and creed, 

behind every word uttered by every God, 

behind every warm smile and every row of flashing teeth, 

beneath the layers of a lover's clothes on their naked skin, 

beneath the heavy tide of the red seas, 

in eyes blue and black, 

in between every seam and crack, 

We have looked for the blue jay. 

We have sought and have not found the blue jay.

We have forgotten the song of the blue jay. 

We never listened to the song of the blue jay. 

We never knew that the song of the blue jay made us one, until now that we have all been reduced to walking zeros. 

But if you see the blue jay, tell her that we are ready for her return. 

Ask her if she knows her way back to us, 

to the same beings she once guided toward bliss, 

toward prosperity. 

We will come together and form a tree with branches over a billion and a single root, 

stagnant and planted into the ground, 

firmly, 

and the blue jay can come back to us. 

And let her build over a billion nests on our branches, 

for maybe then we will learn to love wholeheartedly just like you do. 

Tell us, now, what has become of the blue jay?