Hope is a Sparrow

Hope is a sparrow

Settled on her nest

Wings folded around her

As she settles down to rest.

She’s camoflauged and tiny,

You might forget she’s there,

But come dark days and mindless black

She’ll sing through your dispair.

Her wings are not as bright as Joy’s,

Nor her beak as sharp as Anger’s,

But unlike both she’s steady

And will bear through want and hunger.

Keep this little sparrow with you,

Don’t let her waste away,

She’ll be there when all else has flown

To remind you how to pray.