As I sift through pages of this filtered
Dogma a sparrow, wise, speaks to me a
New, pure and passionate orthography,
Ending now this shallow theology.
Sing to me sweet sparrow your songs of love,
That I may know more of this God above.
Your deep tambour lands hard like a trumpet
On eager ears which live not to regret
But rejoice in ever lasting glory.
I will listen, sparrow, to your story.
Let this song be sung through every season
That love and hope be found in pure reason.
Shall truth be found only through written word?
I think not once this sparrow’s song is heard.