"What do you see?" said the sparrow.
"Why do you ask?" answered the wren.
"I see the night that follows dusk.
It hovers around the bend in the sun.
It lingers like lace.
It melts like ice.
It feels like frost."
"What do you see?" said the sparrow.
"Why do you ask?" answered the wren.
"I see the flock of geese
furling their wings,
flinging their talons into deep wooded weeds.
They look so ominous.
They sound so loud.
I flee from their presence."
"Who do you see?" said the sparrow.
"Why do you ask?" answered the wren.
"I see the Hand that reaches toward me
to offer sweet seed in the winter,
to press fiery heat into my skin when
I tremble in terror,
to lift me up into the Light
and hold me
forever."
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