The Sparrow
Author Unknown
Glad to see you, little bird;
'Twas your little chirp I heard:
What did you intend to say?
"Give me something this cold day"?
That I will, and plenty, too;
All the crumbs I saved for you.
Don't be frightened--here's a treat:
I will wait and see you eat.
Shocking tales I hear of you;
Chirp, and tell me, are they true?
Robbing all the summer long;
Don't you think it very wrong?
Thomas says you steal his wheat;
John complains, his plums you eat--
Choose the ripest for your share,
Never asking whose they are.
But I will not try to know
What you did so long ago:
There's your breakfast, eat away;
Come to see me every day.
Matthew 10:31
So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Your birds are very sweet! It's good to take a little break now and then whilst unpacking, to savor the little treasures as they are brought out again! Enjoy!
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Dear Heather,
ReplyDeleteI love the poem and drawing~I've been sneaking in some drawing lately, too. It's so therapeutic! I hope that I'll be able to have my art supplies neatly organized like you some day, in the far. . .off. . .future. .. :). Right now they're public property!
Love,
Marqueta
How wonderful that you were able to find them!
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It is such a great treat to sit back and enjoy a quiet time among the chaos of boxes...upon boxes...upon boxes.
maria