I Am But a Sparrow I am but a sparrow bound to the world below. I dream of flying above the clouds where my frame could never know. Friends round about mock me in jest. They say I am foolish to long for such a quest. So remain my eyes, fixed on this world around me. I have begun to accept what everyone else can see. But occasionally I have this thought, which surely cannot be mine. What seems impossible to them might simply be divine. As a young bird, I would hear my creator say, "Come unto me, rest, wait on me this day." I entered into His presence by perching near His altars. He flooded my soul and cleansed me as would mighty rushing waters. He gave me satisfaction I could never find through any other. Not through discipline, religious activity, nor even my brother. His attention became my only concern. Or at least that’s what I thought. For further down life’s road, I found out it was not. Growing older brought numerous surprises. Including losing m...