The Sparrow and the Wind

There is a quiet pride that I witness within…

At times, it swells into a tune.

Like a mighty sparrow, I lift my voice,

singing that brilliant song from the edge of my nest.

Just as I reach the highest, most dazzling note…

A gentle wind arrives

carrying my song away, dissolving it into nothingness.

I close my beak, settle back into the soft embrace of my inner nest, and rest.....

in the cotton lining of humility…

a blessing, soft and comforting.

I will sing again tomorrow, but not as before…

Instead, I will sing in anticipation of my friend, the wind....

the sweet breath of God.

It will listen…

It will smile…

Then, with a tender whisper,

it will blow my song back across my face,

revealing another lesson in the cotton lining below.