A Bird In the Hand
If I hold a little bird
in the palm of my hand,
it is as if
I am gently holding the heart of God,
even though the unnamable One
is that infinite Phoenix of Light.
For if I am gentle with this God
in my hand,
I shall be forever forgiven,
forever redeemed.
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