If you’ve been following, you have read the beautiful reflection by Bridges App founder Brenda Jensen.  Below is a poem inspired by Brenda’s and Carl’s remarkable story:

THE SPARROW’S SONG

 

The Hall of Souls gave a collective flutter.

Down through the cloudy mist

To the rain forest below

She descended.

 

Halting, cocking her head

The screaming of monkeys, the hissing of snakes.

So many threats, too many, too many

Finally, but not soon enough, sleep.

 

Dreams of sweet singing,

Perfect notes, perfect harmony.

Perfect sparrow songs connecting her

Sweet, perfect sparrow songs she sings.

 

Awakening, she spoke the perfect of her dreams

But it wasn’t. she rushes to share her dream.

Muted croaks, garbled utterances of another species, another place, another time…

Frightened, frenetic, sparrow is lost…… in a dark place

 

Surprised looks from toucans, parrots,

Even other sparrows.

Derision? Pity?

just hear me, she cries.