The littlest bird

Precious Blood doves fountain sacred heart


(Dedicated to St Therese, who spoke of these ideas in her book Story of a Soul).

A little bird

Gazed at the sky.

There, eagles soared,

Larks sang,

Brilliant colours dazzled it.

Its heart rejoiced,

It reached for the heights.

Then, it saw its own grey feathers,

And a little broken wing.

On the earth, it cried –

“I am the smallest!”

And as it wept,

It did not see –

The sun’s rays

Enveloping it,

It did not see –

Two hands holding it.

For Love reaches to the low,

As to the high.


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