The saddest bondage is a mind that attacks the very thoughts sent to save it, and here love grieves without condemning. The messengers of truth are struck down not because they threaten the mind but because they threaten the ego, which mistakes its own healing for an enemy and stones what would gather it home. The refusal is not power; it is the one thing love cannot override, the choice a mind makes against its own peace.
Love offers shelter continually and waits to enclose every frightened thought in warmth, yet it will not force the wings upon a mind that will not come. This is the whole tragedy of separation, said plainly: the door of love stands open, the arms are already spread, and only the mind's own unwillingness keeps it out in the cold.
Jerusalem: the mind that longs for peace yet attacks the very thoughts that would bring it, the self at war with its own healing
Prophets: the loving thoughts sent to wake the mind, struck down because the ego mistakes its rescue for a threat
Hen: love itself, the tender teacher that would gather every frightened thought into warmth and shelter
Children: the scattered thoughts of the mind that love longs to draw together and protect
Wings: the shelter of love, the safety the mind is offered continually and refuses only by its own unwillingness