Contributed by: Henry Clarke
Written by: Joyce Rupp
It doesn’t take much
to hold the tiny weight
of a song sparrow,
any little twig will do,
or a sturdy weed in a field.
Why do I think my fledgling ideas
have to wait for a thick branch
or a secure landing place
before I set them down?
The wisp of a fleeting dream
can rest for a while
on a small extension of my soul.
If I never let these dreams land,
they will not gain strength
for the long flight into fullness.
All it takes is a little twig
To rest a great dream upon.
