THE SPARROW

A Sparrow flew high above the clouds until he touched the heavens with the flutter of his tired little wings. He had been a plain little Sparrow; no beautiful colors could be seen. He had lived his life in a way that brought happiness to himself, although others did not understand this, and as each day passed he just did what he felt "he” needed to do.

 He built a little home in which to live and, as the seasons passed, he moved on to building another. It didn't matter to him whether his home was fancy or plain; it was home. He worked on living for the day; and each day that he lived he looked to his simple dreams of tomorrow.

 All of the other Sparrows thought he should have built a fine home. He should have worked hard every day to provide for the days that were to come. He should have spent time with the other birds so they could warm him under their wings. But rather, he spent much of his time alone in thought. The rest of the time he just lived…exactly as he wanted to… a simple life.

And when the day came in which he fluttered his wings and flew high, to him he was soaring through the sky on his way to heaven; he was flying with the angels. So if we cry for this little bird, it is because of our own loss of him... for in his mind he thought he was an Eagle; after all, not every bird could touch heaven...

                                                    But He Did!

The Sparrow is a story of my Brother "Allie"........... He was one of those men who, of his own choosing, spent most of his life alone. We always wanted better for him and it took losing him to realize that he lived just the way he wanted to; he lived from day to day; he lived the life that brought HIM happiness.

Sometimes it takes losing someone to really understand them...I am sorry it took me so long. He was 51 years old when he died... alone!  He truly was that beautiful little sparrow...I realize now that some people prefer to go through their suffering alone and, as much as it breaks our hearts, we have to accept that. I don’t know if I truly have yet… but I am working on it. The Sparrow is dedicated to Allie. Fly high little brother… fly high!

                                                       Millie P. Lorenz