How the Divine bumps into our everyday lives.

SPARROW

She looks so small and soft,
the little bird, sleeping
her sleep of death
on my backyard steps

The others continue
to chatter-chatter, chatter about their day, squabbling over food
or territory, having their say

yet she lies there
still as a prayer
on her sunshiny bier

and I hear the words:
Not a sparrow falls
but I know it, and care. 

First published in RADIX