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)


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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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