God, not one Boeing 777
falls from the sky without your knowing,
and you value these lost children –
two hundred twenty-seven passengers –
five under five years old.
The media counts not hairs of their heads
but countries of weeping –
China Taiwan, India, the United States —
seas for searching,
and prayers of many faith.
This is not a parable about feathers,
but a truth about people.
Sometimes there is no singing;
sometimes we are not free,
but if any sparrow’s falling –
then I know that’s where you’ll be.