for the sparrows

I am not a poet in the slightest.

These are some thoughts I scribbled down on a napkin on the way home from work, after reading Matthew 6.  Today has been a good day, in a puddle-jumping, blue-sky way.  And I am thankful.

And I 

learned

with earth-stained palms

that life can only be carried

by hands that don't rush

or worry

or hurry

by sparrows that follow

the wind in their journey

by neglecting

should

and

would

and could

we might find

can

we might find

unmistaken land

to call home

we might stop

looking

and anxiously roaming

we might give away our treasures

knowing that people

are

the

richest

gift

because

we

have enough for each season and journey

because

we jump headfirst from the nest

without reason or worry

because

our hands

are both empty and full

exactly when they need to be

so we

rest

in the fact that

we're flying and free.