Poor little sparrow..
Such relentless winds
are now blowing about..
Between her search
for food..
Her broken wing..
Her heart..
That’s overfilled
with doubt.

She’s struggling
to stay in flight..
as she is
pushed around
by all these strifes
from left to right.
There is no space,
no bandwidth left in her
to still herself and process
how she feels.
And so, she’ll either
find her rest upon
The Tree..
or plummet to
The Earth,
it seems.

Or else succumb
to The All-Father
Titan Kronos..
The One who sees
it all.. and thus
The One who knows..
that each
and every one of us,
eventually,
finds our peace
through Him.
Such is His
infinitely loving
and eternal will.