Join the tended sparrows
Everything is in God’s
hands.
So says my faith and what
a relief
to feel powerless and
ineffectual –
personal culpability
abdicated to karma’s iron law;
proceeding afresh without
the capacity
to botch entirely my soul’s
journey
or hurt any other except
as just another
heedless agent of God’s
inexorable will.
So let me stop now
wrestling with my bindings,
join the tended sparrows
in song-praise
among the God-noted
leaves, above
the numbered grains and
mustard seeds,
even to the corrupting
moths and rust
let me celebrate these
swaddling clothes;
tightly secured as I am
until fully accountable/
acceptable to God and my
destined ultimate liberty.
O child of God, whatever
occurs is perfect
and whatever does not
occur never could have been.
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