Even the sparrow

         How lovely is your dwelling place, O God!
         Even the sparrow finds a home at your altars.
                   —Psalm 84.1, 3

You, small and ordinary,
have a place.
You, beloved,
fragile and minor, belong.
You, sparrow on the sidewalk,
chipping at the smallest seeds,
the color of waste, the color of forgetfulness,
skitting under the bush
to avoid being stepped on,
you, bird on the wing, nestless—
you, my little refugee,
you, precious, are welcomed
here in the Holy of Holies,
in the heaven of my heart.

Come, Beloved; nestle.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

August 18, 2021

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