Fall Of A Sparrow

Like a ghost the rain haunts the wind that screams and begs to be let in the frightened windowpane as I search and seek tshe church's sancturary from these devilish elements. I creep into the safety of its silence light a candle against tdhe madness of this night. A panic striken bird scrambles from pew to pew and tries to raise itself to the Heavens only to be shackled by the stained light. Unable to understand the nature of the altar and how the all-altering light praises the Divinity. God's in his Heaven all right as theatrical thunder & stage lighting lightning flickers and strobes as if this was a 1970's Disco. *** My heart a trapped bird trapped by that...that sets it free