The Sparrow

I watched a bird the other day,
beat his wings
against the ground.

And it took me a moment,
to realize
he was hurt.

It made me sad to see him,
hurt and alone
unable to fly.

And because I’m a mother,
I wondered
who cared for him.

Who would bring him in,
tend to him
and make him whole.

So many are hurt,
lost
alone.

Who will love them,
bring them in
make them new?

There is one whose eyes,
are on
the sparrow.

And because I was once,
brought in
mended, healed.

I too will will open my hands,
my heart
my home.

I will care for those in need.
Restoration.
Peace.

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