How small
How perfect
The feathered
Chest of
The Sparrow
Ruffled and ready
If I could
Hold her in my palm
Feel her courage
Through her hollow
Bird bones
I might be able
To fly
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what perfection and strength in this art created by mother nature.
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So true…
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Proof of miraculous, diversity and awe…I was thinking about the theme of not sleeping, sleeping and waking up to the touching, impacting sweetness of the sparrow’s singing and a song by an amazing Jazz artist came to mind…I’ve been listening to her since 03… Liz Wright , Jazz songstress & composer … “Wake Up, Little Sparrow” – https://youtu.be/Z8Qe7F8t95I I suggest watching the slide show too, she is pretty.. another beautiful song by LW – “When I Close My Eyes” Listening and Immersion to this is a Must, imho! https://youtu.be/AyPinY0tRVM – the lyrics capture, her voice resonates and holds, as if the passion is speaking from my soul’s lamenting .. palatable pulsation and sophistication …. // the Bible also speaks of Sparrows…
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So beautiful Christie. Thank you for sharing. Wonderful.
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I have these little guys snacking at our bird feeder every day. I will think of your words as I watch them.
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As long as the squirrels stay back, everyone wins! 🙂
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How beautiful. These little (and big) guys amaze me every day.
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It is and they do Helen.
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Oh, to be able to fly……
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