"every sparrow..."

does every sparrow
know,
in some secret place deep within herself,
the fathomless,
unplumbed,
bottomless
love of her true
Parent...
God...
her one, and only
Creator

does each lily
feel the tenderness of
His touch...
flushed with delight, 
color rising,
spreading to the
tips of her petals
a blush of
love at being
recognized
by the
Beloved.

are you aware of
how cherished you are
right this moment.

so loved,
so adored,
so seen and known
by the One
who made you.

no sparrow falls
but to His lap,

no lily bends
but to His touch...

when you surrender
your worry,
your will...

it is not to luck
or chance...

but to the gentle
ever-conscious
care of
One who
holds you dear,
the
One who believes
in  you more than
you can
ever, even
imagine...
in your wildest
dreams.

The sparrow,
the lily,
you....

blessed and
precious
in His
sight,
under Her wing,
within
His
hands....