Even the Sparrow

Be quiet, O heart, O stubborn heart!

Cease your troubled thunder.

 

Hush now, heart,

Compose yourself,

 

Discern the song of silence.

 

Can you hear the tinkling melody of swallows?

The birds are not worried.

 

Among the olive trees

They dance;

Upon branches sparkling with diamond raindrops

They drink 

Water from heaven.

 

To and fro, 

They journey;

With songs of gratitude

They delight 

In the food that is given.

 

The doves have made a nest

For their young

In the shutters of

My house.

 

The bells peal

A song of My faithfulness

As the mother dove

Brings food to her young

And teaches them to fly.

 

Be still, O heart

Discern the silence.

 

Listen to the song of the birds

They are not worried.

 

Even the sparrow finds a home

Right next to Me;

Blessed are those who dwell in My house

Ever singing My praises.

 

We have made the long journey to another dwelling place far from home in recent days. Across from my window, a dove makes her nest in the shutters of the village church. 

With gratitude to the One who made the doves today, for teaching me to be still and trust Him in every place.

Thank you, Lord, for being my Home no matter where I go. Amen.

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