From a Season of Sparrows - Judith Sornberger


 From a season of sparrows,
grateful for seed, from a morning
when watching their feeding
is all the prayer I have in me.

This is the tithing I offer-
this moment, tiny as the millet seed
one bird lifts in her perfect beak.
I swear she looks straight at me
as, in a gesture like my head 
tilting back to take wine,
she swallows.

O God, never stop
feeding me these moments.
Keep tearing through the blue
curtain of eternity to find me
here, behind the kitchen window,
drinking my coffee, doing time.

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