We are
the stuff
of light
of energy
of mass
our movements
are planetary
galactic
cosmic
deep
relationships
abound
on all sides
feather
wing
beak
sparrow
love too
the coalescence
of two sources
two beams
that shine
brighter
alongside
each other
our dreams
too the stuff
of light
of being
in a universe
in which
no nothing
exists
John Lyons
Humble sparrow
you are my wings
my words fly
with you
as you play
so do my words
alongside : and
as you forage
my heart does
too : my mind
searches for
meaning : hunts
for love
John Lyons
Revised version
Humble sparrow
you are my wings
my words fly
with you
as you play
so do my words
alongside : and
as you forage
my mind searches
for meaning :
my heart hunts
for love
Things seen as seen
as real as the fox
grown fat during
the summer months
immune to the sin
of pride it strolls
across the lawn
king of the pile
a family raised
all in good health
a secure successful
survivor – what
is not to admire ?
Redemption is there
at the heart of love
in the beauty of the day
John Lyons
A group of sparrows
celebrating the new year
playing tag hopping
from one branch to another
The sun is streaming
on this brand new day
and away off I hear
crows cawing
but the sparrows
deep into their game
are oblivious to all else
and life is short :
in the scheme of things
these birds are lightweights
like angels they come and go
their good work barely noticed
John Lyons
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