with a winged
to the sky
calls me home
His Eye is on the Sparrow
What’s up. Sunny? This morning my yellow tabby, Mr. Sunshine, was not moving. His morning routine consists of eating breakfast, meowing to go outside and running down the stairs of my back deck to do whatever formerly-stray-but-now rescued cats do. Not today. He ate and went outside alright, but did not run down the steps. Instead he was lying under my raised flower box. Frozen in place. Then his tail twitched as if to say, “Go away, kid, you bother me.” I knew immediately this can’t be good.
I was right.
When I picked up the cedar flower box and slid it to the side of the porch, Sunny took off down the stairs. Under the box, just out of reach of my cat’s hopeful paws lay a tiny, trembling, feathered creature that was gasping for air.
It had no bite or claw markings on it that would indicate it was injured by another animal, but it still was unable to stand on its own. This morning was cooler than usual and very windy. Was it possible that this baby wren had been blown out of its nest before it could fly freely on its own?
One wing quivered before the poor thing fell to his side. I ran inside to get a cardboard box and put some scrap flannel material in the bottom. I picked him up knowing this was his last chance to survive. Maybe it just needs to be brought indoors for time away from the wind and curious eyes. I said a little prayer and put him in God’s hands. After all, He created him and knew what was best for His creation.
A few minutes later it was obvious my willingness to have this baby bird live wasn’t enough.
“His Eye is on the Sparrow” came to mind. The song that Ethel Waters and Mahalia Jackson made popular so long ago is apropos even today. I don’t like death! I don’t like to see an animal suffer, or a human being suffer, for that matter. But I do find comfort in knowing Who is on the other side of this thing called life. The One we learned about in confirmation class and Sunday School or learned from reading the Bible on our own, or simply an inspiring poem.
The One who is Omniscient, Omnipotent, and Omnipresent is here and there and we will see face to face someday. And like that song says, “I sing because I’m happy. I sing because I’m free. His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.”
Amen, my friend. Amen.
Four Seasons of Man
Novena of Life
Wonder revealed with each breath
Pink and white warriors
Cherry blossoms poke the sun
Battles won and lost
Confused at day’s end
Greek Siren’s song in distance
Shrouded moonlight chants goodbye
Sky welcomes Spirit