The Sparrow

Foggy Drizzling rain Droplets begin collecting Marring the polished wood Where the little sparrow stood Windy Trees swaying Tears and mourners Uplifting scripture is spoken The sparrows soft cries awoken Flowers Sickingly sweet Meals are delivered Grieving friends from church The windowsill the sparrows perch Living Seemingly stopped Weeping at gravestone Loss they can't abide Faithful sparrow at their side Time Marching on Sun creeps in Tunnel fills with light And the sparrow takes flight January 2023