Eileen Manassian Poet Quatrain

A Fallen Sparrow

For only a penny you can buy two sparrows, yet not one sparrow falls to the ground without your Father's consent. (Matthew 10: 29)

I was a little sparrow
Perched on a little ledge
I warbled out my heart
My love song in a pledge

You looked out of the window
And you saw me on my perch
The song didn't suit your fancy
For an arrow you made a search

I kept up my happy song
And little did I know
That sweet look on your face
Was to be my fatal blow

You spoke kind words to me
I was beguiled by your smile
I preened my little features
Danced for you all the while

You found a big enough stone
That would knock me to the ground
And before I knew what happened
There was an explosion of sound

The world around me was spinning
Trees and grass and then sky
I fell down to the ground
I didn't know how or why

My little wing was broken
I lay there throbbing with pain
I looked up at the darkening sky
As felt the first drops of rain

A little boy came running
Picked up my shivering form
He rushed me into the house
Before the darkening storm

His dear Mama bandaged me
Put me in the softest bed
Dripped water into my beak
Gently caressed my feathery head

That night I stopped to wonder
At the hate that you had shown
All I had done was sing my song
Freedom was all I had known

I knew my little wing
Would probably never mend
I’d be bound to the ground
My prayers to the skies I’d send

From one thing I gained comfort
As I saw my rescuer sleep
My Heavenly Father had seen all
And His promise he did keep

I was safe and sound and healing
Would live to see another day
But when you meet God the Father
I wonder what you’ll have to say.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Richard Lamoureux October 25, 2013 at 1:55 AM I so enjoyed rereading this one. This is such a brilliant and heartfelt piece. Time for me to go to bed. I will be in training all day in Vancouver. Staying at the Airport Hilton in Richmond.

Richard Lamoureux May 7, 2013 at 5:58 PM I was so moved by this story. You really made me care for the little bird and I felt angry at the injustice.

Laura Breidenthal April 17, 2013 at 5:17 PM Aww...ended on a comforting and hopeful note. The entire poem was touching and gripping. Poor lil sparrow. (: Another lovely piece to have had the pleasure of reading today! Always, Laura

Timothy Hicks April 17, 2013 at 2:55 AM A rare perspective to see in a poem, from a not-so-well-liked bird, the sparrow. I once told my dad about the most unlucky day I had and then he started to quote verses from the Book of Job. And then my problems didn't see so pressing after all... this is very moving to read and you did well with your vivid descriptions. Awesome!

Poet Destroyer A April 16, 2013 at 9:43 PM Eileen, a tender poem. The feeling and inspiration of your words are heavenly. I wish I had wings to write about. that way my prayers will protect me from every rock thrown to knock me to the ground. I love the way you flew this one. I hope they have much explaining at the end... xox~ Linda

Harry Horsman April 16, 2013 at 3:32 PM oh just love the message here, Eileen, wonderful poetry...

Donna Jones April 15, 2013 at 7:16 PM I don't know how you make this magic but it's wonderful....MD Eileen Manassian April 15, 2013 at 8:31 PM MD.....I love you! You are one of those gems here on the soup! :) Hugs!

Richard D Seal April 15, 2013 at 2:41 PM I know which side of the coin I fall in this story, enough to say, Auntie would be proud. Lovely tale Eileen. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian April 15, 2013 at 8:30 PM She is...thank you, Richard for the vote of confidence! :)