As a trusting bird

The sparrow stills as I clip entrapping mesh—my heart pushing out, wordless, to Love’s honed serenity that cuts through all entanglement.At the last snip—no slow perk-up, no halting from its trust—just sudden full-blown flight; the questions, what if I can’t do it?what if I can’t?what if I …?loosen andlet go.

—Elizabeth Mata

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