Sparrow

A sparrow the image
And she lonely seeks out food.
From the bushes and recesses
For a hopeful waiting brood.
And the cosmos spins around her
And she seems a trivial thing
But the Maker of the cosmos
Knows her lot, formed her wing.


A sparrow the image
And the day seems cold as death
But the Keeper gives her wrapping
And a cheerful singing breath.
And she greets the paltry sunshine
Of a birthing winter's day
With assurance that her Keeper
Sees her through to flowering May.


A sparrow the image
The dark days still abound
And tooth and claw and slander
Wait for her on shadowed ground.
But she finds her way to Zion
And a nest within its walls
And quite certain Loving Deity
Knows of each her flights and falls.


(Consider Psalm 84 and Matthew 10)

All I can say is: wow! How awesome! And so true!

Very Inspirational

So often the birds have been my ministers; hence the cardinal avatar. Thanks to you both.