By Jeddie Sophronius
COWL OF THE SPARROW
Here, a sparrow | & a boy, who didn’t know | a King, |
the One | who died for our sins, & | he said, |
God has forgotten | the proverbial words of | men who had |
to watch over | Eden, where the sparrows were |
flocked |
like sheep, | inside the cave with | the burning bush |
& here, | a voice, | of |
a shepherd, | an imitation of | God, |
trying to calm | the raging oceans. | with their sandals on, |
their wailings, | in the darkness | are the same as |
their silence. | the people worshipped | the bystanders, |
the Pharisees stared at | the Golden Calf; | who stood by as |
a bruised boy trying to sell | a garment of | the Lord, fell silent… |
his cowl of | shame spoke of a priest | as if he were |
a sinful creature, | who never knew what it’s like to be |
crucified. |