Sparrow and the Leaf

The leaf takes on the hue of autumn

and the Father

of all

gives his consent.

Just as the sparrow

sings a final song

before leaving this life.

The LORD hears its song

and is aware of its death.

The leaf,

changing color

and falling to the earth,

the LORD has counted each one

and witnessed their dances of glory,

their dances of praise,

their dances of worship.

The sparrows,

He has bestowed upon them

every song

ever escaping their throats.

He is the author of every note

and the beauty of their songs

glorify His being.

Little ones

He has counted every breath

to ever fill your lungs.

He has made note of each tear,

each smile

to ever decorate your face.

Little ones

change your colors gracefully,

as He wills it.

Dance in praise of Him

whenever you sing,

be it the first song from your lips

or the last.

copyright 2005 - Donald P James Jr