SPARROWS

God keeps his oath to sparrows
who of little love know how to starve.
~ Emily Dickinson

Do you think we long
for the charity of green fields
and thick forests?
No, our hearts’ whir
is the flock to concrete
towers and church spires.
Under bridges, over grey houses
we ride the long spine of the day,
hop through back-alleys
where crumbs fall from
grubby hands and metal bins.
We are a scatter of ifs among
branches and battered leaves,
God’s word in the world where everything
is rude, hungry and alive – not just
the pigweed cracking the back lot
but evenings at the shelter
measured out in prayer and song.
All of us small, moving with the wind.
Then gone.

~ Rosemary Griebel

Rosemary Griebel’s award-winning poetry has appeared in The Best Canadian Poetry in English, on CBC Radio, literary magazines, anthologies, chapbooks and on public buses. Her long awaited collection of poetry, Yes., was published by Frontenac House in 2011, and has been short-listed for the Stephan G. Stephansson Award for Poetry as well as the Gerald Lampert award and the Pat Lowther Memorial award.

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