THE BIG EYE

I was sitting in a pew
listening to the choir singing:
HIS EYE IS ON THE SPARROW.
I began  thinking of all of the  sparrows
and all of their feathered friends
who daily are sucked into the turbines of jet air planes
and end up shredded.
I have a wandering mind
over which I have no control.
So I prayed for all creatures great and small
whom I think benefit  little
from THE BIG EYE.
I could not concentrate on the sermon that followed.

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