The Sparrow
Once autumn came a little late to call, But soon enough she claimed what was her right; And swiftly strode with mastery through all, Displaying her magnificent might.
The trees all bent beneath the wind's wild song, The rain fell down like water from a pail, One couldn't see a meter all along, The storm raged on until the break of day's pale veil.
But in the morning, brother and sister dear Opened early their balcony door: A tiny little bird, so small and near, Found in that place a shelter evermore.
Exhausted, wet, and shivering with cold, There lay before them one small sparrow's frame, Defenseless and so hungry to behold, It sought salvation, fleeing from the shame.
They warmed him up and dried him with great care, They even tried to give him food to eat. They crumbled bread and offered it with prayer, But he could not consume that bitter treat.
The little sparrow suffered from some ache, Perhaps struck down by lightning's dreadful blow. His tiny voice came out so faint and weak, His beak was injured—wounded, bruised below.
They took him to a doctor for his wound, Who gave him treatment fit for his disease, And as the evening came, the bird was soothed— The sparrow rested now with greater ease.
They fed him drop by drop with pipette's care So he could take in nourishment and food, They cherished him with tenderness so rare, And finally—he learned again to brood!
How God loves all His creatures great and small! And even these most tiny little birds He never will abandon, not at all, His love has no limits, no bounds whatsoever.
Oh, man, creation of the Lord on high, How can you fall to sorrow's darkest call? You walk sometimes with head bowed to the sky, Down the rough pathways, spiraling in thrall!
God gave you bread and water for your need, A roof above your head to shield and stay, Butter upon your bread—all this indeed, And even health insurance on your way.
You have no right, my friend, to give in here, To grieve and languish in your discontent. God's kingdom is so mighty and so clear, His power to save is permanent.
His love will never fail or run dry, His care for us shall never, ever cease, He will not leave His children, not goodbye, He guards His children's hearts in perfect peace.
So let us not complain, beloved friends, When hardships meet us on our path's long road. Let feelings pure and holy make amends, And help us reach the heaven's bright abode!