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Julian's Sparrow

Little birdy in the tree

Do you see what I can see,

Or is your troubled sight

Oblivious to the coming night?

While you're perched there in the sun

Chirping out to everyone

Does that distant cloud not warn

Of the swift advancing storm?

Are you not afraid that soon

Wrapped in cataclysmic gloom

You may suffer, you may die,

Blighted, though you know not why?

Still you sing on, while I fret

Over things not happened yet,

Over thins that may not be

And my mind is never free

From weight of what I've done

What has been and what's to come,

And while I regurgitate

All the awfulness of fate

Little birdy in the tree

You sing on so prettily

Knowing there's no need to dwell

When God has said all will be well.

Brian Hick February 2013

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