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 and let go.
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