As a child, completely open and vulnerable to the Divine, laid in a bed of grass, I theorized – death, evil, goodness and Truth – and poked my fingers through the march of time.

Like sparrows, within me, they always took flight. Always thinking things I was taught never to vocalize. Things it seemed others didn’t prioritise. These Truths, they still well and rise, even now that they’ve been brought to light.

Yet now dulled by age and tired eyes, laid in a bed of blankets, I trivialize – death, evil, goodness and Truth – and sleep away the march of time. But these sparrows – they still take flight.

//Sparrows

//Collette Kristevski, 3/25/2019

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