Held By His Hands

The wounded sparrow spirals downward out of the sky.

On gilded wings, she flew.

Struck by an arrow, she plummets.

Faster! Faster! To the rocks below.

Out of control, she catches the wind

And glides unsteadily into a beautiful palm tree.

Dates are clustering everywhere in the beautiful palm

Whose bent and willowy trunk has withstood

Many, many storms of the worst kind...

So she has food to eat.

The scent of rain brings refreshing dewdrops

And forms tiny pools of crystal clear liquid

In the bends of the leaves...

So she has water to drink.

With the raging storm at hand, she hides beneath

The shelter of the huge palm fronds.

Their gentle caresses touch her broken wing,

And soon she starts to fly again. She may fly unsteadily, yet she flies.

Touched by the very Hand of God,

She continues her journey towards home.

Wolfycat.