Children sow the sidewalk
with painted rocks wearing
hearts and flowers, as though
faith could irrigate the earth with hope.
I sow my windowsill with birdseed,
a bag to feed a multitude,
though few take up the offer;
the chickadee and the sparrow,
confident of their Creator’s eye,
bolder than most stop by.
Sometimes I imagine that
instead of rolling the stone away
he turned it into bread for the birds
to swarm and peck and carry it
crumb by crumb to feed their young,
open-mouthed and shrill,
laughing at the devil.
The Revd Rosalind C Hughes […]