The Sparrow Knows
In springtime, when she flew in with twigs and
brittle leaves in tow did she know?
When she lined the inside of that sprig bowl
with soft grasses and downy feathers, did she know?
When she strained to push out fragile helplessness,
all dappled in brown, did she know?
And when she settled in atop waited
for life to crack out the sides, did she know?
Did she know of the searing, consuming fire soon would fall
so close to the kindling that formed her walls?
Did she know of the smoldering wrath?
Did she know of blood that would cascade?
Did she know of life one would lose?
Did she know of loss that was yet to come?
Had she an inkling of the danger
of building nests and birthing babes
in the shadow of a blazing altar?
Or, in finding home in His dwelling place,
did she see only the refuge?
How lovely is your dwelling place,
O LORD Almighty!
My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.
Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.
Reposted from the archives.