Both the little sparrow & I will sometimes fall;
When we're hurt & trodden down by life's struggles,
Feeling defeated, alone like noone can hear our call,
Left to climb back up to sort out this puzzle,
Where all we both just want to safely fly & be free,
Daily each trusting their wings will always hold them in the air,
Carrying the heavy weight of life's journey; as we flee;
And hoping God is constant every day...keeping us safe in his tender
care.
Hello Jean. I have been away foe a while. I enjoyed your poem and the wonderful picture you provided. I wanted to thank you for your support of my poetry in the past. Hope you have a wonderful New Year! LOyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love my Sparrows too. Their cheerful chattering always makes me smile. I hope the seeds and fat balls cheer them. Liked your poem. tom Billsborough