“The sparrow still falls.”
-“The Sparrow”, Mary Doria Russell
He watches them
As they form inside eggs.
He sees them hatch.
He hears their pitiful cries
as they beg for food
because it’s all they can do.
He sees them fed
Before they can open their eyes.
…faith, and blind trust.
He sees the feathers grow.
Twiggy little legs wobble.
He hears their cries become songs.
He sees them struggle to stand.
I imagine that sends His heart into His throat.
Looking past golden pavement
As though it were concrete,
And ignoring the jeweled walls of His throne room,
He watches the grey sparrows
With the intensity of
One for whom galaxies appear like
Magic when He utters an offhand wish.
He sees them walk tentatively
To the edge of the nest.
He sees wonder on their faces.
He sees fear in their small eyes.
He sees their strength.
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