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"Sparrows"

Rustling through the trees
the winter wind blows.
The pines offer their boughs
sheltering the huddled sparrows.

Migrating from branch to branch
to the feeder stand below.
We occasionally pause to watch
while passing by the window.

Sparrows flutter back and forth
continuing all day long.
Plain little brown birds
all with a common song.

A brilliant cardinal lands
and we all take note.
Watching its every move
flashing its fire-red coat.

The sparrows fade from view
as the cardinal takes its place.
Darting around testing samples
then flies off at a break-neck pace.

A sudden sense of loss
as it vanishes from sight.
All that now remains
are the sparrows of midwinter light.

Oh, to be a cardinal
radiant, majestic and proud.
We usually view ourselves
among the ground-feeding crowd.

Blacks, browns, tans
and narrow stripes of white.
Plain birds at a distance
very intricate at close sight.

Sparrows are very detailed
each with an individual design.
God sees us the same way
He knows your stripes and mine.

We are all complex
each with gifts to give,
Even though sometimes we feel
a pine branch is where we live.

Everyone wants to be a cardinal
with the beautiful songs it brings.
Wouldn't the trees be silent though
if only the best birds were to sing.

God keeps a watchful eye
even on the little brown sparrow.
Simple little birds today
maybe like cardinals tomorrow.


by John Nordberg


Matthew 10:29-31
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground
apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all 
numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

                                       

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