Poetry~ The Little Sparrow~



  Im sitting here at the desk writing, but I was distracted as I turned to look out my bedroom picture window and there sitting on one of the tree branches was little bird.  I stopped what I was doing to take in the creation that was before my eyes, as I’m sitting here my fibro pain is off the charts and I want to burst into tears. I know that if God can look down on the little sparrows and cloth them and feed them and care for them, even more so does he love and care for us! I know all of you are on this journey of constant pain, my heartbreaks for each one of you! If only you knew the tears, I cry for you. So im in a poetry mood I guess I was inspired! I hope this encourages you; this is what the Lord put on my heart.
                                                  “Little Sparrow”
My day had just begun, and I was already feeling defeated, I wanted to curl up and cry, just let the tears roll down my cheeks from my eyes. The pain was relentless; I could barely focus on the things I knew needed to be done. As I sat there in the  alone in my room, I looked out my picture window and I saw  the blue sky, and I said to myself, that’s pretty, but what good is it. then I noticed the little sparrow sitting there, on the branch just staring at me, It was if God sent that little bird just for me, to speak his love for me. i needed a sign, he was by my side, I didn’t ask, just cried out his name, the little sparrow did not move, just sat there . I thought to myself, what a beautiful creature God made for us to enjoy ,Lord I need you, and I cried out his name, send me a sign, that you are by my side, still that little sparrow did not fly away, he stayed on his perch and just basked in the sun, As the tears continued to fall.
 I felt a peace come over me like never before. Then I heard still small voice call out my name and this I what I heard, my precious child im here, though you may not feel me, im with you right now in that room. you see that blue sky, that’s me, you  feel that son on your face, that’s  my warmth, and that little  sparrow  is my promise to you, if I can clothe and care for these precious small creatures of my creation, all the more so, do I love you, all the more so do I care for you, then my tears stopped for I know he was there, right there in the midst of my pain, that liitle sparrow was his sign, the sign I needed, not what I asked for, but so much more!

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