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Another wintry dawn, another day

Of searching for enough to eat, before

The darkness and the ice return to claw

My mind, and steal my life away.

Alone upon the rooftop ridge I sit

Aware that any second I could die

Mauled by a cat or pierced by eagle's eye

Yet unobserved  by those who daily flit

Below me, without compunction or concerns

For anything that does not meet their need,

For shattered bodies as they sate their greed

Careless while the world contorts and burns.

Everything seems poised to take my life

Yet your love lifts me up above the strife.

Brian Hick February 2014

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A sparrow on the rooftop Psalm 102 v 7

I'd rather be a sparrow in a tree

            Knowing that yo know that I am here

            Than any smartly suited millionaire

Who assumes that money makes him free.

Does he delight in mornings such as this?

            Does he see the sunlight through the haze?

            Does he sense bright heaven's song of praise

Or a father's thrill at his child's kiss?

I heard you say that though I looked so small

            I mattered to you and my tiny life

            Was sacred, worthy of the time and strife

You'd put in to ensure I did not fall,

And, if you did that, why should I fear

            Singing out to wake up this sad world

            To the glories he has here unfurled

For everyone, who has ears to hear.

Brian Hick December 2012

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