Telling about the day

for Suzanne and her friend

He’s in a compression vest.
The ALS has taken so much away
he needs the help.
But he wants to tell her what had happened
to make today a precious day.

“A sparrow …”
and that was all he had.

“A sparrow came …” again he stops.

“A sparrow came to the …”
empty, he gasps and she wishes
he would just go on,
rather than starting all over again —
it takes so long.

He’s stronger now.
“A sparrow came to the feeder.”

“And then …”

He works to fill his chest,
“and then it flew …”

He plans it then, she can see,
the thought and holding on to that last
wisp of breath —

“And then it flew away.”

And I think —
there is an old hymn about such watching.

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8 Responses to Telling about the day

  1. barrieshep@aol.com says:

    Maren:thanks for your gentle gem to open my day at the bird feeder. Barrie

    barrieshep@aol.com

  2. Elisa says:

    How did you bring tears to my eyes with such a brief glimpse? xo

  3. beegood1 says:

    I love to watch the sparrows eat

    Sent from my iPhone

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  4. Rosalie Sugrue says:

    You make such tender connections – I haven’t thought of that hymn for decades and was surprised to find it still has relevance, but it so does!
    Colin Gibson refers the sparrow in one of his children’s hymns. I use it frequently with older congregations – it has this chorus:
    I am worth everything, everything, everything,
    I am worth everything in the eyes of God;
    You are worth everything, everything, everything,
    We are worth everything in the eyes of God.

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