His eye is on the Sparrow and I know He watches me – Civilla D. Martin
A Bird’s Song
Small bird on a
thin branch
sings,
not asking
anyone, not
copying.
Such a short
little song,
so slender,
of no great
meaning,
yet so
true, so easily
winding through
the air,
as the air
will let it,
inviting your heart
somewhere
wonderful.
Isn’t that
all your life
needs
to be?
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
life: acoustic & amplified 