Pondering the sparrow at Ore Pond
It is hard to tell if she is playing or hunting
Or if there is any difference in her world
As she darts and dives
Tucks and tumbles
Flirting with and floating on
The warm breeze
Is she aware that she is
A feather on the breath of God?
Does she remember the heaviness
To which she surrendered upon that
First fall from the nest?