Three whole bushes of sparrows roost joyfully up the way from me.
Whirligigs twirl in the wind next to and atop the bushes in an empty flowerpot.
The steel fence is a barrier between us whenever I pass by. If the wind comes along the whirligigs move fast, catching the wind from their precarious post. Sometimes I wonder if the playfulness of its turning delights or annoys the little sparrows. Maybe they don't mind at all, thinking nothing of it. (Do sparrows think?)
Or maybe they are quite attracted and find the bushes to be a perfect place to roost.
"Who could get so lucky as to live HERE?"
"Oh! The view from here!"
"That spirally-thingy is just SO cool! " And on and on.
They chirp as if they are all having friendly conversations. What do their chirps report? I wonder...
Each time I walk by I muse about the sparrows.
Why do they go there? How did they find their way? They are always there!
Obviously, the whirligig can't frighten them. I frighten them sometimes though.
They either quickly jump deeper into the branches or flit about from bush to bush.
Movement so quick. Choreographed so explicitly, charmingly, unique.
Trying to calm them I quietly say, "Hello, aren't you sweet today?"
Yet, off they go.
A few brave sparrows will find a way to stay; peering cautiously at me with one eye.
Take Me To Your Leader
oh, sparrows small and strong
take me to your Leader
show me Who has brought you here
please tell me of your song
do you sing because He watches?
do you sing because He cares?
is there strength for me so frightened
by the daily load i bear?
when you flit and flutter wildly
when i walk by and wonder so
still you cling to home provided
your Leader must love you so
you stay where He's appointed you
you know where your song will be heard
in company with sky and earth
your simplicity is strength, little birds
"What is the price of two sparrows - one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without
your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered.
So don't be afraid; you are of more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows." ~Matthew 10:29-31
