The Sparrow In The Palm - Poem by Saint Eule
When on a walk amongst the maple wood,
held out my hand a tiny sparrow did rest.
In my palm not knowing if he had fallen
form a nearby tree or mistook me for a nest.
It stayed there so calm and unafraid, yet if
I had closed my fist it could die.
It would not leave until sending it on its
way with a slight push and a sigh.
Then the sparrow returned to the tree,
with ease he flew.
What made the tiny creature trust me
and bid me ado.
Then a story came to my mind about His
eye is on the sparrow tis how it went.
Was it to remind me of my own fragile condition
to be crushed or spared he was sent.
He has us in the palm of his hand
was it a lesson on mercy that peaceful day,
Or just to remind me that He was
watching over the sparrow from far away.
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