Isolation made me
yearn for all the undone
to be fixed and put right and so I
put up homes and perches
for the birds,
my own sort of tuppence tossed
out the back door where the wee-est search
for breadcrumbs. They plead
with their broken songs to be
heard.
And we, safe inside our white house watch,
noses pressed to the glass
as they jump from branch to branch.
And still they sing,
the sparrows. Maybe they know
His eye is truly on them.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.”
Matthew 10:29 ESV
Amy K. Sorrells 