Sparrow on the Spire

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Sparrow on the SpireIn the thaw of early April, outside a country churcha feathered sign of Spring, found a simple perchand tears of pride welled up, in two parents' eyesin an old horse trough, their boy was baptizedfaith carried their prayers higher and higherwatched by the sparrow on the spirechurch bells rang in late Julyand seemed to echo off the skyas a man met forever with his wifestanding out on the old church stairslove unfolded before them thereand primed their hearts for the prime of lifeheaven's hand would fill their souls' desirejust like the sparrow on the spiredark clouds bloomed like black roses, as they layed a woman downfresh painting on an easel, in the room where she was foundlife may be dust to dust but, it won't be dirt cheapif we fill it with dreaming, before our big sleepwind from the hills was a winter choiras it carried away the sparrow on the spirein the emerald Springtimenear that small church in the pinesa horse trough is filled once againa child's prayers are deep and trueas the circle begins anewand whispers toward life's amenfaith carried his praise higher and higherwatched by the sparrow on the spire(c)2006 Robert George