To the Sparrow

To the Sparrow

Sarah Cathey

Sing over me.
Trail melody through air
like fingers over water.
Are your wings weary?
He gave you the heavens.
He called you good,
before He ever called us.
You neither toil nor spin.
You sing—
you glorify with every
pass of air through lungs.
Are you lonely
on the eaves in the twilight?
Do you ache for your creator
as I do?

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Sarah Cathey
Poet & Student

Photography by Danny Feng