The Sparrow

By Jacob Winn

Sparrow silhouettes. Credit: Alan Huett / Flickr Creative Commons

I saw a sparrow fly into glass:
The window of a church, no less.
It fell to the ground defeated;
Only its ghost took flight again.
As I moved it on to blowing reeds,
A meadow for its rest,
I thought upon the cruelty
That humankind had brought it.
Our glass and massive towers,
All built to please our eyes,
Attacks the creatures God created:
Like a beacon of danger,
Brought about by our arrogance.
We think we must have the nicest,
The greatest and the tallest:
And what does that leave us with?
A pile of bones from other beings.
God sees when sparrows fall to earth
And knows our greed has put them there!

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Jacob is a youngish fellow with a passion for writing. He is currently working to unlearn the imperial notions that have attached themselves to Christianity in America, and to hold only to the beautiful Way of Christ.

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