The Sparrow

Broken upon the ground,
neck bent to look upwards
at the sky ,
wondering,
Do birds wonder why?

HE knows the sparrows,
where and when
they fall
Faltering,
HE can see them all.

Broken inside this body,
eyes lowered to look down,
at the earth,
Praying,
HE can hear my words.

HE knows my pain,
days and nights,
the despair,
covering and taking away,
my wings.

Broken upon HIS altar,
spent and given,
am I not worth more
than any sparrow?
Sweet release,
resting in HIS arms-
I Soar.

Ruby Jeanette