By Molly Swan-Sheeran
Predawn, the song sparrow sings his traditional ballad. It is the leitmotif of my life. When consciousness found me, in early childhood mornings this song I heard. Sweet, oh sweet, drawing my heart up into the treetops. Each chapter of my being is numbered and stitched by the sparrow. Generations of tiny beaks and pulsing feathered throats have told my tale and theirs. Now, today, weighed down like an old wire hanger with too heavy an overcoat, I stand and listen. As the new sky brightens other songs join in. Though I am silent, inside my spirit there are wings, inside my spirit there is a song.
©2003 Molly Swan-Sheeran